Page 141 of Accidentally Hitched


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His thumb pressed in a little harder, drifting an inch further in and higher.

Teasing.Punishing.

“Does it matter?”

“No,” I swallowed. “I’m just curious. Want to know if I’m beating a record here.”

He snorted, that overly-confident facade cracking as he fought a grin.

“I’m forty-seven.”

His free hand wrapped around the back of my neck, bracing around the base of my skull.

“Don’t think we’re beating any records, sweetheart, but humor me. How old areyou?”

I swallowed.

Forty-seven.

Our age difference could vote, join the army, take up a nicotine addiction.

“Twenty-eight.”

He pulled me closer as his hand pushed higher on my thigh.

Fingers skating beneath the hem of my dress and pushing it up.

His thumb getting maddening close to the heat building between my legs.

“Younger than I normally go for,” he murmured like it was the most casual thing in the world. “We’ll make it work. But stayquiet.”

His hand moved again, eating the distance, and before I could even process his fingers lifting the already-damp cotton gusset and sliding through slick heat, he pulled me that final inch closer and pressed his mouth to mine, swallowing any hint of noise that threatened to spill past my lips.

Oh, God.

There was no hesitation.

No gentleness.

Justclaiming.

Immediate and urgent.

His tongue swept past my lips, and I melted into it, my fingers grasping at the collar of his shirt to keep myself upright as he released the back of my neck.

He leaned back, his elbow catching him, and I followed, keeping my mouth locked on his.

I popped a single button.

“Soaked,” he muttered against my mouth, tracing slow, deliberate circles over my clit. “Just from this?”

I choked back a whimper, trying to focus on another button, and then another, despite the maddeningly slow butperfecttouches.

I pulled at the bottom of his shirt, freeing it from where it was tucked into his slacks, and worked the last button free right as the plane picked the perfect moment to jostle us.

Two of his fingers thrust inside of me.

Deep, merciless, and harder than he intended.