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My pussy fully saturated, Khaos pulls back the slightest bit to blow out a steady stream of air there.
Gasping, I squeeze the pages in my hold until they crinkle. This is where a hardback would’ve been better.
“‘Taj moans and bends forward until she has to hold herself up with one hand braced on the coffee table. Her free hand slips between her thighs, her fingers moving in circles over her underwear. Over her bundle of nerves.’”
“Her clit? Why isn’t she doing that to Elle’s clit? And where the fuck is Atlas? Elle’s supposed to be the center of his world and he isn’t doing anything.” While Khaos talks, he massages my clit with his fingers, making it difficult to focus on what he’s saying.
He’s upset about the threesome. Something about the mechanics of it not being to his liking.
“Maybe…he’s…watching,” I pant out. I did skip a few paragraphs to get straight to the spice. “Like…you.”
“Watching you come apart.”
I can’t even deny it. It’s true.
“All you gotta do is read…”
In a rush, I recite the words on the page, “‘I grip her by the thighs, jerking her ass close enough to sink my teeth into the same spot I just made gooseflesh on.’”
True to his word, Khaos resumes eating.
“‘One short scream and Taj comes…’” A keening noise escapes me but I press on, determined. “‘…her legs shaking so aggressively, her knees knock together.’”
Khaos pauses to question, “A bite? That’s all it fucking took?”
“You know what? Screw this.” I throw the book over my shoulder, sit up, and grab Khaos’s face with both hands, pulling it up to mine. He’s on the bed before I know it, maneuvering me toward the middle of the mattress without so much as breaking the kiss.
When we separate to remove my shirt, I tell him, “Worst punishment ever.”
“It’s Atlas’s fault. Dude sucks.” He has to sit back to pull his sweatpants off his legs.
“Oh my God. We’re never having a threesome.”
He’s back in a flash, one hand cupping the side of my jaw.
Staring into my eyes, he rasps, “Good. I only want you anyway.”
I let my gaze fall to his lips, his chest, those abs, then that long, hard dick, the tip of it almost brushing his belly button. This is mine? He’s mine? All mine?
Eyes on his again, I arch an eyebrow before saying, “I only want you.”
“You fucking better.”
We share a brief smile before devouring each other’s mouths.
“Remember when we did yoga?”
“I remember when I did yoga.”
“I want to do that again.”
“Which pose?”
“All of them.”
“My legs…”
“Will be fine. I always take care of you, don’t I?”
