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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
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He has a point there.
Still.
“Go and take your shower,” I say, and push him away. “Better make it a cold one, buster. Thanks for thinking of me, though.”
Instead of leaving, Michael takes me in his arms and begins to gently kiss the curve of my neck. He knows I like this a lot. Usually.
I stand there, not giving in. “What happened to your hangover?” I ask.
“All of a sudden I feel a lot better.”
I glance down. “I can tell.”
He pulls me closer, his lips moving toward mine. Michael has beautiful, sensuous lips that are nearly impossible to resist.
But I’m still not giving in. “This is about Penley setting me up with that guy, isn’t it? Thecute guy. Stephen.”
“Not at all.” He leans back, gazing into my eyes. “You’re not really going to go out with him, though, are you?”
“I knew it – you’re jealous!”
“Okay, maybe a little. She is such a bitch. Phony, condescending, sadistic.”
His hand glides down my stomach. He reaches into my pants, his fingers disappearing between my legs.
Damn. There’s nothing more sexy to me than a very confident man displaying a dash of vulnerability.
I start to give in a little. We’ve never done anything like this in the apartment. Not even the couple of times we’ve been here alone.
“Michael,” I say, returning his kisses. “The children.”
“They’re fine.”
Not if they see this.
I know this is wrong, that I should stop. This is so bad.
But it feels so good. And Penley won’t come in here.
I undo Michael’s robe all the way and stroke him with my hand. It’s as if I’ve lit a fuse. He’s very hard and very large.
Quickly, powerfully, he grabs my shoulders, spinning me around – as promised. Down go my pants and my underwear.
I reach and grip the back of the washer, the metal cold against my bare thighs. He enters me amid a swell of goose bumps, and after only a few swift thrusts I feel myself ready to explode.
“Miss Kristin, where are you?”
Sean’s little voice filters in from down the hallway. Michael and I both freeze in place.
“Did you find my Jimmy Neutron socks?” he calls out.
“Tell him you’ll be right there,” whispers Michael, slowly beginning to thrust again.
Feeling every inch of him inside me, I can barely speak. The moment couldn’t be more dangerous.
Or more of a turn-on.
He has a point there.
Still.
“Go and take your shower,” I say, and push him away. “Better make it a cold one, buster. Thanks for thinking of me, though.”
Instead of leaving, Michael takes me in his arms and begins to gently kiss the curve of my neck. He knows I like this a lot. Usually.
I stand there, not giving in. “What happened to your hangover?” I ask.
“All of a sudden I feel a lot better.”
I glance down. “I can tell.”
He pulls me closer, his lips moving toward mine. Michael has beautiful, sensuous lips that are nearly impossible to resist.
But I’m still not giving in. “This is about Penley setting me up with that guy, isn’t it? Thecute guy. Stephen.”
“Not at all.” He leans back, gazing into my eyes. “You’re not really going to go out with him, though, are you?”
“I knew it – you’re jealous!”
“Okay, maybe a little. She is such a bitch. Phony, condescending, sadistic.”
His hand glides down my stomach. He reaches into my pants, his fingers disappearing between my legs.
Damn. There’s nothing more sexy to me than a very confident man displaying a dash of vulnerability.
I start to give in a little. We’ve never done anything like this in the apartment. Not even the couple of times we’ve been here alone.
“Michael,” I say, returning his kisses. “The children.”
“They’re fine.”
Not if they see this.
I know this is wrong, that I should stop. This is so bad.
But it feels so good. And Penley won’t come in here.
I undo Michael’s robe all the way and stroke him with my hand. It’s as if I’ve lit a fuse. He’s very hard and very large.
Quickly, powerfully, he grabs my shoulders, spinning me around – as promised. Down go my pants and my underwear.
I reach and grip the back of the washer, the metal cold against my bare thighs. He enters me amid a swell of goose bumps, and after only a few swift thrusts I feel myself ready to explode.
“Miss Kristin, where are you?”
Sean’s little voice filters in from down the hallway. Michael and I both freeze in place.
“Did you find my Jimmy Neutron socks?” he calls out.
“Tell him you’ll be right there,” whispers Michael, slowly beginning to thrust again.
Feeling every inch of him inside me, I can barely speak. The moment couldn’t be more dangerous.
Or more of a turn-on.