“Why are you always choosing the movies?”
“Because I make better movie selections than you,” I told him with a shrug.
He threw his arms up. “I picked a bad movie two years ago and you haven’t let it go yet!”
I laughed. “When you figure out how I can get those two hours back, I’ll give you your movie selection privileges back.”
He looked around dramatically, eyes wide. “This is my house and my TV! How are you going to tell me what I can do in my house?”
I laughed harder. “Because I lost one hundred eighty minutes of my life and I can’t risk you doing that to me again.”
He reached over, encircling his arms around my waist. “What was that? You’re in trouble now.”
Squirming from his fingers tickling my sides, I twisted my body so that I was practically in his lap and my arms around his neck. “Stop!” I giggled.
He stopped tickling me, but he didn’t let me go. “Say it to my face,” he dared me.
I got in his face, so close that our noses were practically touching. “I can’t risk…”
Our eyes locked and my words trailed off into silence as the humor evaporated. I was suddenly very aware of his hands on me, my position in his lap, and how close his mouth was to mine.
“You didn’t finish what you were saying,” he challenged. His voice was deeper, sexier.
“I don’t remember what I was saying,” I breathed. My voice came out hot and needy.
He brushed his mouth against mine before capturing my bottom lip and sucking softly. He pulled away and I let out a soft whimper.
“I want you here because I love you,” he told me softly. “Live with me.”
Before I had a chance to respond, his mouth covered mine again. His hand eased up my back before going back down and grabbing my ass. When he pulled me over his erection, he caused a fire to burn throughout my body.
My heart thudded in my chest as our kiss deepened. Each time his tongue grazed mine, the pull deep in my gut tightened. I rotated my hips, rocking against his hard dick beneath me. Shivers traveled up and down my spine. A rumbling groan escaped his lips and soaked my already wet panties.
He pulled out of the kiss and with a heavy-lidded stare, he took me in.
“Now what was that you were saying about me not having movie selection privileges?” he whispered.
The desire in his voice was so sexy. My chest rose and fell as I prepared to rip his clothes off and mount him.
“I’ve suddenly thought of a way you can earn them back,” I told him, licking my lips. “If you’re up for it.”
He placed his hands on my hips and forced me to slide across the length of his dick. “Oh, I’m up for it.” The amusement in his voice was evident. “You keep me up for it.”
I crashed my mouth into his. The electricity crackled between us and things heated up quickly. As the kiss became more passionate, clothes started coming off. Before I knew what was happening, I was naked in his lap.
He stared at me in awe. “You are beautiful.”
“So are you.” I stroked his dick as it announced itself between us. “And so is he.”
He inhaled sharply. “We need to take this to the bedroom. I don’t have a condom in here and you’re starting stuff.”
“You started it,” I murmured, licking my hand before I resumed my fondling. “You’ve been tickling me and teasing me and looking at me like that.”
Gazing up at me, his hands roamed over my skin. “Looking at you like what?”
“Like you want me. Like you love me.” I bit my bottom lip as he tweaked my nipples. “Like you want me to sit on your dick.”
“All those things are true.” He groaned as my thumb swiped the head before proceeding with a downstroke. His breathing changed. “You are trouble.”
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. “Well how about you get in some trouble…”
…
The End
Have you read V is for Villainous?
V is for Villainous
The Women of V Series - Part One
It wasn’t just the fact that it was a secret society at Hamilton University. It was also that their presence could be felt in every event, project, and donation on campus. Everything they touched reeked of wealth, power, and success.
But for me, it was the garden V planted and maintained to feed the homeless and the hungry that captured my heart and left me a supporter of the mysterious organization. Even without knowing all the details, it was clear to me that being a member of V was a game changer.
So when I was selected, I was floored.
But had I known the things I’d have to do, the people I’d have to hurt, the lies I’d have to tell, I would’ve declined. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself so I can sleep at night. People always want to know what V stands for. For me, V stands for villainous.
I’m not the hero of this story. I’m the villain.
And that’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.
V is for Villainous (The Women of V Part One): https://amzn.to/2YeyQMb
V is for Vicious (The Women of V Part Two): https://amzn.to/2lV6O6J
V is for Vengeful (The Women of V Part Three): https://amzn.to/2JHD72a
The Complete Works of Danielle Allen
Annabelle and Lee
V is for Villainous (The Women of V Part One)
V is for Vicious (The Women of V Part Two)
V is for Vengeful (The Women of V Part Three)
The Art of Being Love
Tell-Tale
Cuffing Season
Sweatpants Season
Broken Clocks
Disasters in Dating
Brink of Disaster: That One
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