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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Voyeur
- Sprache: Englisch
Patrick is only a man and showing Annie the scenes at the Club is too tempting. He’s going to go too far if he doesn’t stop.
Annie isn’t ready to let Patrick bail on her because of her brother. What they have it too special, until Patrick confesses that he thinks the things she likes are dirty and vile.
Can Patrick fix this misunderstanding or has he lost Annie for good?
This is hot, steamy romance and intended for those eighteen years and older.
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Seitenzahl: 99
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Book 4
(A La Petite Mort Club Series)
Ellis O. Day
Copyright © 2017 Ellis O. Day
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ISBN-13: 978-1-942706-24-3
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CHAPTER 1: ANNIE
When her shift was over, Annie hurried and changed into her street clothes. She couldn’t wait to get Patrick to her house and fool around again. He’d been inside of her, both her back and her front, and she wanted him there again, especially her front. Anal had been better than she’d expected but she wanted conventional sex with him. She slipped into the hallway and there he was, leaning against the wall. Her gaze raked over his frame. She wanted him, right here, right now. Her eyes trailed up his body and she almost gasped from the look of longing on his face. Oh, yeah. They’d do it tonight. She fought a grin as she glanced around. There was no one in sight, so she strolled up to him.
“Annie.” There was a warning in his tone but she ignored it.
“Patrick.” She ran her hands up his chest and leaned into him as she put her arms around his neck.
“What are you doing?” His hands immediately came to her ass and pulled her closer.
“Kissing you.” She raised her mouth to his.
He hesitated for a moment but as soon as her tongue traced his lips he snapped. He lifted her and spun around, pressing her against the wall as he slanted his mouth, devouring her. She wrapped her legs around him and his hand slipped under her shirt, pushing it up as he went. His fingers found her already hard nipple and he tugged on it.
“Do that again.” She rocked her hips, rubbing against his erection.
“Fuck, Annie. You drive me crazy.” He thrust against her.
“Please, Patrick.” She needed him, now. Her hand came between them and she grasped his cock through his pants.
His mouth moved to her breast, sucking it. She moaned as her other hand unbutton his pants, pushing the zipper down and pulling out his cock. He was so hard, so ready for her. She stroked his length and he tugged on her nipple with his teeth, making her squeeze him. He groaned against her breast.
“Shit.” He tugged her shirt down.
“No.” She wasn’t going to let him stop. Not this time, she needed this. She needed him.
“Someone’s coming.” He unhooked her legs from around his hips and stepped back.
Her knees buckled, and he grabbed her arm as he tucked his cock into his pants, grimacing as he zipped up.
Two women turned the corner. They were maids for the next shift.
“Morning,” he said. “Annie, are you ready to go?”
She nodded, her head still fuzzy with passion. He led her to the garage and put her into his car.
“We can’t do things like that,” he said. “We almost got caught.” His jaw was tense.
She wasn’t sure if he were angry or if it was only frustrated passion. “Sorry. You’re right.” He was. She didn’t want her co-workers to know about this…arrangement.
He glanced at her nervously and she almost laughed.
“I admit when I’m wrong.”
“That’s good to know.” His lips twitched. “It’s not a common trait among women.”
“Hey!” She slapped his arm.
“Sorry, but I speak the truth.”
“I’m not most women.”
“No, you’re not.” His gaze landed on her for one, hot moment.
She wanted to jump him right there, but doing anything like that when he was driving was dangerous. However, as soon as she got him in her house he was hers.
He pulled into her driveway and moved around the car to open the door for her. She stepped out and stood so close that if either of them took a deep breath they’d be touching. She took his hand.
“I should go home.” He shut the car door.
“You can. Later.” She’d rather he stayed the night but she’d focus on one battle at a time. She tugged him toward her house but he didn’t move.
“Annie, we can’t.”
She wanted to stamp her foot in annoyance. “We don’t have to do anything.” She bit her lip and his nostrils flared. “Or we could do other things…you know like we’ve done before.”
“Fuck, Annie. Don’t.” He stepped away from her as if she were toxic. “We’ve already done more than we should have and I…I can’t not be with you anymore.”
She walked up to him. “Then be with me.”
“You know I can’t.”
“Please.” She moved closer, letting her fingers skim up and down his chest, going lower with each passing. “I want you and you want me. We’re adults. We’re not hurting anyone.” This time, her fingers caressed his cock, which was once again pressing against his pants.
He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her, long and deep, making her head spin from the intensity. He pushed her against his car pressing into her and then he lifted her and strode toward her house.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed against him. “God, Patrick, I want you so bad.”
“Keys,” he said against her lips.
She looked in her purse but couldn’t find them. “They have to be here.” She shoved items out of her way. If this gave him time to change his mind, she’d kill someone. “Hold this.” She pulled out her wallet, handing it to him and then some papers. She almost whooped with joy as her fingers grasped the metal. “Here they are.”
He yanked them from her hand and opened the door. He stepped inside, slammed the door behind them as his mouth came down on hers, his tongue claiming her as his. He stumbled to her bedroom and dropped her onto the bed.
She tossed her purse on the floor and he put her wallet and papers on her nightstand.
“I need you inside my mouth, now.” She got on her knees and grabbed the waistband of his pants. Her eyes met his but there was no hesitation, nothing but lust, pure raw lust. She clenched her thighs together as she unbuttoned his pants, letting her fingers skim lightly against the tip of his penis. He inhaled sharply. She drew the zipper down slowly. The throbbing between her legs increased at the desire on his face. She shoved his pants and underwear down, allowing his dick to spring free. It bobbed right in front of her face, as if begging her to have a taste. She had no plans on disappointing it. She slipped her hand into her pants and his eyes narrowed with desire. She pulled her hand out and rubbed her wetness along his length.
“Do that again,” he said.
She licked him as her other hand dipped beneath her waistband. Her lips parted as she stroked herself.
“Take your pants off. I want to see you.”
She let go of his cock and unbuttoned her pants and pushed them and her underwear down around her knees. She rubbed herself and then grabbed his dick, covering him with her juices. She licked her lips. “I don’t think you’re wet enough.”
“Please, Annie.” His breath was coming in pants now.
She’d done this to him. She’d brought this great, big, sexy man to the edge of lust and she wasn’t even naked yet.
“Annie.” It was a word of worship and he grasped her head. He didn’t push her onto his cock, but the trembling in his grip told her he wanted to. “Please.”
“Please what, Patrick?” She gave him a quick lick and a guttural groan rumbled through his chest. “You have to say it or I’ll stop.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I’m not kidding.” She wasn’t. Kind of. She’d stop but not forever. She wanted to taste him again. Bring him right to the edge with her mouth. She ran her tongue over the head of his dick. “Say it.”
“Suck me. Suck my dick, baby.”
She licked up and down his length, while her hand stroked him. She lowered her mouth to his cock, taking him in. Now, his hand did push her down as his hips thrust upward. She bobbed her head, finding her rhythm as she sucked and licked, stroking his length and playing with his balls.
His fingers wrapped in her hair and then gave her a gentle tug. “Enough, or I’m going to come.”
She stopped, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a pop. He grabbed her face and kissed her, pushing her back on the bed and then his hands were everywhere—on her breasts, her stomach, removing her shirt and bra and then her pants as he suckled her tits. It was too much sensation, too much pleasure. She spread her legs and wriggled against him, trying to get closer. She shoved at his shirt, he’d already removed his pants, but she wanted him naked. He stopped kissing her but only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and then his mouth was on hers. He used his knee to shove her legs farther apart and then he was there—hard and throbbing—right where she wanted him, right where he belonged.
He grabbed his cock and positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you sure?” His words were a whispered groan.
“Yes.” She locked her legs around his waist and shifted her hips, causing him to slide inside a fraction.
“Oh, God, you feel so good.” He buried his face in her neck and pushed in a little more.
He was going too slow. She needed him inside of her now. “Please, Patrick.” She ran her hands down his back and squeezed his ass.
“You feel so good. So, fucking tight.” He pushed into her a little more.
He was so big. He was stretching her and filling her. It hurt but in a good way, in the best way. He rocked, pushing in more and more with each thrust—a constant unwavering invasion. Her breath was coming in pants as her fingers scratched at his back.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah. Just do it quick.” She pushed on his ass with her feet and he slid into her all the way. She groaned. It hurt but she knew in a moment it’d feel better than anything.
“Shhh.” He brushed the hair from her face. “Give it a minute. Breathe, baby.”
He kissed her, taking her mind off the pressure inside of her, and then he moved, just a little and it felt wonderful.
“Ohh.” She moaned.
“You like that.” His eyes sparkled as he did it again but this time pulling farther out before pushing back inside of her.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’d die if you made me stop.”
“Don’t stop. Ever.” She kissed his cheek and then lips as he turned his head.
