Submit Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
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“You’re in a relationship with Mr. Moore.” That had him moving his head back from her. The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Yes, I am.”

Okay, so maybe now he would realize how bad an idea this was. She wasn’t in the business of being a homewrecker and, currently, was not into doing things with someone who was involved with another.

“So you can see how bad this really is?” She went to move away, but he kept her immobile with his hand on her lower back. His erection was still going strong, and her traitorous body grew wetter.

“You can’t be that naive, querida.” He lowered his head, but right before their lips touched, he moved his mouth to her ear. “I’m not the only one that thinks this is the best fucking idea.” Before she could question him, he had her turned around so her back now pressed to his chest.

His cock dug into her from behind, and a gasp left her before she could catch herself. Dietrich stood just inside the doorway. His body was propped up against the doorframe, and his hands were shoved in the pockets of his pants.

How long had he been standing there? She hadn’t seen him when she turned to leave just moments before. Had he heard what she said? Had he seen their almost kiss? Blythe was frozen as she stared at him. He didn’t move from his spot, not even when Stellan started running his hands down her sides, over her belly, and stopped right above the spot between her legs that was soaked at this point.

“Do you like when he touches you?” Dietrich’s voice was deceptively soft. Was he angry? He couldn’t be, not with the way he watched them and made no move to stop what Stellan did.

She opened her mouth to respond when his words cut her off.

“Don’t lie to me either.” The words were sharp and cold, like the blade of a knife.

God, that had been what she was going to do. Lie right through her fucking teeth. Stellan’s breath teased her ear, and she tried to stop the shiver that moved through her whole body. She failed miserably.

“Answer him, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice had her nipples beading to the point she feared they’d be visible through her dress.

“Yes, I like it.”

Dietrich’s jaw tightened. “Yes, you like it, what?” For a moment, she had no idea what he was talking about, but the steely look on his face told her everything she needed to know.

“Yes, I like it when Stellan touches me, Mr. Moore.” Stellan all but purred behind her, and another shocked sound came from her when she felt his shaft jerk against her back.

“Don’t let me stop you two from continuing.” Dietrich sounded almost bored with the proceeding, but when Blythe let her eyes travel down his big body, she could see the evidence of how much he actually enjoyed it pressing against the fly of his pants.

She was turned around, and Stellan wrapped his muscular arms around her. She felt so small in comparison. Her eyes fluttered when he used his big hand to cup her chin.

Stellan gritted his teeth. “Ask me for it.”

Oh my God. What is going on? What are they doing to me? What am I doing to myself? Was Blythe actually going to let herself go there? As she looked into the mesmerizing blue eyes of Stellan Alfonso, she knew that she was lost.

The arousal in her was just too strong. Maybe she’d regret this, but at the moment, it was the only thing she wanted to do. There was no way she would let herself think about what repercussions that could entail.

“Look at me.” Stellan’s hard, deep words filled her. These men made her feel so off-kilter. She honestly didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “I will not ask you again.”

She opened her eyes. Something inside of her melted for both of them. She didn’t want to disobey them, and pleasing them brought her pleasure.

“I want you to kiss me.” There, she had done it, had said the words that would either make everything gloriously better or terribly worse.

“Yeah, I know you do.” Stellan’s voice dropped lower. “I was wondering when you’d stop trying to convince yourself otherwise.”

Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers, and he was kissing her with bruising efficiency. The only thing Blythe could do was hold on to his shoulders and let him devour her. The taste of him filled her mouth. It was sweet and tangy, and the flavor was like the wine she had sipped earlier.

Feeling a bit braver with her attraction, she pressed her tongue to his, trying to show him that she, too, could take control. That lasted all of one second because Stellan was right back to taking her mouth like he owned it.


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