“Liar.” I growl.
I hate it when she fights this, I hate it even more when she holds my gaze like she’s doing now and lie.
Pushing her panties away and whatever the hell else that’s in my way, her slickness greets me as her pussy clenches at my touch. She gasps, making me grin. Yeah baby, just like that.
She’s not just horny, she’s desperate.
“Did the meaning of dry change in the past few hours?” Because if it did, then her definition of dry is now flooded, panties ruined, and pussy ready to be filled with my to the brim with me.
“Please,” she finally begs when my fingers skim right over her pussy lips, her juices making the glide so damn sensual, I know it won’t take much from me to make her come.
“Please what, Mia?” My jaw tenses up, as she increases the friction between her ass and my dick. “Please make me come because I’m a tight bitch? Or please leave me alone?”
I want her to admit it. I want her to look me in the yes and admit it—to herself—that she fucking wants this and that she wants me.
“Julian…” she moans my name like she’s already coming, then in a second, her right hand in over mine in between her legs as if to stop me. “Don’t toy with me.”
But instead of stopping me, she starts guiding my hand, wanting me to finger and touch her.
“Trying to teach me how to touch you?”
“Who said I can’t be taught new tricks?”
“Making you come until your eyes roll to the back of your head, with you saying ‘fuck me’ with a moan in my ear like you did in my fucking bed last night, isn’t a trick.”
The coloring of her cheeks in the mirror says otherwise.
“Did I scandalize you, baby?” I whisper. She looks away and suddenly I get it. The way she can’t hold my gaze. The way she’s got her hand over mine down there. “Little Minx, your secrets never seem to end do they?”
She quickly withdraws her hand, but I grab it with my wet fingers, then bring it right back.
“If you want to learn how to pleasure yourself, you don’t need to be shy about it, Mia, let alone feel like you don’t have a right to it.”
“Julian, that’s not…” she starts, but as soon as she sees the look in my eyes, she looks away, her body tense. “I know it must be silly, it’s just that I’ve never done that… with everything that’s been going on in my life, I don’t…”
To shut her up, I bring her fingers to align with mine, then with both our forefingers, I direct us to skim her slick pussy lips. She gasps, looking down.
“Look at me.” I demand. Her head shoots up and our gaze connects in the mirror. “Now, relax and let yourself feel this. Be the master of your own body, your own feelings and sensuality.”
In as much as I just wanted a quick hard fuck against the wall, this right here has to be hottest thing that has ever happened to me.
I feel her body relax in my arms, then I direct her to middle and forefinger to part her lips and starts massaging her clit and God, is she wet.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
“Julian, baby. It’s just Julian.”
Not wanting to hear her quirky retort right now, I make sure to apply pressure to her fingers, making her pinch her clit and she jumps, but I hold her tight so she doesn’t fight it.
“Don’t you dare look away, no matter the storm you’re brewing.” Because this is for her, this is her show.
She’s brave enough not to look away, her eyes holding mine captive like she’s daring me to take her over the edge.
Making sure to keep her on the very edge, I direct her to pinch her clit again and this time, she moans so loud, letting go of all her inhibitions, but I don’t want her to come like that.
There’s something else I want her to try but I want her to realize that I’m the only one who will ever do it for her, not her fucking fingers, or anyone else’s for that matter.
So, sliding our fingers down her slit, I direct her fingers, then sink both our forefingers into her slick, hot wet pussy.
Immediately, she clenches down so tight I groan, she moans. I’m at the point of pain at this point but this isn’t about me.
Slowly I direct her to finger herself, with each stroke, her body moves up and down, her ass rubbing my dick over my jeans, I know I need to step back or else I’ll make a mess out of myself and honestly, if I’m coming, it’s going to be inside her.
“Oh shit.” Her eyes glazed over, she rests the back of her head on my shoulder then wraps her other around my neck, resting her full weight on me. “Fuck.”
There’s something enthralling about the way she whispers that, her voice echoing in the studio. I increase the tempo that slowly leave her to finger herself. But the moment I do that, she tenses up.
“Julian, please.”
Her reluctance for me to leave makes my chest ache.
“It’s okay, you’re fucking incredible.” I withdraw my fingers fully, making her eyes widen with panic.
“But…” she starts protesting but I cut her off, keeping that authoritative bite in my voice for good measure.
“No buts, make those pretty little fingers dance for me, Mia.” I whisper, planting a kiss in her hair, then hold her gaze in the mirror.
Slowly, tentatively, like a Sunday school, choir-loving angel, she starts fingering herself.
“Add another finger.” I watch as through the mirror as she follows my instruction. “Add another one. It’ll make you feel full.”
Not as full as I know I she craves.
“Julian.” She moans, as smack tremors and quacks start taking over her body.
“Go faster and deeper.” I watch her transform into a vixen in front of my eyes, watch her work herself, her body almost spasming out of control.
“Oh God, I think I’m going to…”
“Come.”
Her body grows tense as her roll to the back of her head, a low, throaty moan on her tongue as she comes like a pro. I wait for her to compose herself.
“Now lick those fingers.” I growl so low in my chest and watch amused as her cheeks ting red. She wasn’t expecting that at all.
“What…”
“Now, Mia.”
With a bit of hesitation, she brings her fingers to her lips, then like a temptress, she holds my gaze, opens her utterly kissable and fuckable mouth, and starts sucking her fingers.
I ALMOST COME RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
“Shit.”
“Am I doing it right?” I don’t say a word, just staring at her. She fucking knows what she’s doing. “Wanna taste?”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond, she brings her fingers to my lips, her eyes daring me to suck. On automatic, I open my mouth and suck her juices off her fingers like a deprived, sex-crazed asshole.
“Fuck this shit!”
Not meaning to be so rough, I spin her in my arms then crash my lips to hers, plundering her mouth with my tongue until the sweetness of her come coats my tongue. She tastes exactly as I thought she would. Like a sweet angel with canal thoughts.
I need to fuck her. Now!
Lifting her up by her ass, she yelps but grabs on, her legs wrapping around me torso as I quickly walk over to the nearest wall.
“Yeah, you can pleasure yourself alright and that was fucking hot,” She shudders, and I kiss her neck, biting and soothing. “But it’s time for me to make you fu king cum harder than you’ve ever done before.”
“That’s mighty cocky of you.”
“Don’t start with me.”
“Hmm,” she starts, pulling up my shirt. “You’re seriously ornery today.”
“I had no fucking idea where you were. You ignored my calls, my texts.” I rip the rest of her clothes off. Her incredible tits are now right there for the taking, her nipples hard as diamonds. “Unzip me.”
“I told you…”
“You ran from me,” I growl, the patience I was trying to keep out the door with the taste of her on my tongue. “Un-fucking-zip m
e, Mia, damn you.”
I want her to do this. I want her to take the next step with me while giving her the chance to say no. But she doesn’t say no. She holds my gaze, her back pressed to the wall. She reaches down and unzips me, then takes my hard cock out without hesitation.
With a wicked glint now in her eyes, she squeezes my hard cock, then rubs pre-cum all over like she’s fascinated.
“Will you come in my hand?”
If she keeps doing that.
“Not today.” I reach in the back pocket of my jeans for my wallet then I give it to her to grab a condom. She takes it out, then rips it open with her teeth.
“Now what?” she questions, her eyes light and glittering with amusement when I’m at the point of pain. She enjoys this, when she knows she’s got all the power.
“You know what you need to do, smart mouth, sheath me.”
Not in a hurry she does as she’s told. When she’s done though, I don’t wait for her, I figure her again. Suddenly, nothing is so funny anymore. With her body at the edge of another orgasm, I plunge deep into her depths with one shove and she screams.
“Holy shit, Julian.”
I start fucking her in earnest, her moans and screams mixed with my pants and groans, the soundtrack to two more orgasms for her and one for me. And in all that time, it’s the way she looked at me, the way she kissed me, the way she saw into my soul and stayed that told me I was fucked when it comes to her. Totally screwed.
And with Paris right out the window, I can’t help but busy my soul in her, so that she comes home with me and become my wife.
Gah, here we are! It took me a while to get this story just where it’s at and it surprised me like no man’s business. After a few drafts, a LOT of rewrites brewer exams and then the reconstructions that made this a 138K book instead of the 98K I thought it would be, here we are.
These characters have been with me for a long time, I had absolutely no chill and couldn’t wait to tell this one. It’s Just High School Series, believe it or not, came right before Westbrook Blues but had to shelf it for a time such as this!
Mia and Julian are so special to me. I feel like this book was written and released at the right time, where I know someone out there needs to know that they’re not alone. That caring and taking care of loved ones is not just an amazing thing, but in other cases, a silent sacrifice that not many see. Nobody sees the pain and suffering behind the curtain, but you’re not alone. At the end of the day, family matters. This one’s for you.
To Dani, Sammy, Eileen, Karolina K, Lyndsey, Kat and Debbie, thank you so much for falling in love with Julian and Mia at first glance.
To Christina Santos, thank you for coming to my rescue when I was down and had a sudden time-out of the game. Your heart is made of gold, you’re truly amazing.
To my awesome Baddest Queens, the street team behind every teaser post, Amanda K., Mary, Nicoletae, Kay, Catherine, Brandi, Jenifer, Reyne. Thanks Queens!
To Amanda Rash, the wonderful editor/proofreader who tolerated my temporary insanity, and didn’t side-eye me for long, thanks dude. You saved my life!
To Pen Douglas, a dear friend who held my trembling hand through this crazy process, your notes, your feedback, your support and advice means so much to me. I adore you.
Also, to Michelle Lancaster, another dear friend I found in this book world, you’re a germ. You crack me tf up, dude. Thanks for helping me zero in on the vision I had in my heart and for this amazing image of Chase Mattson on the cover.
To Cat Imb, the designer for this cover, thanks for not chopping my head off when I obsessed and changed my mind with each draft.
Huge, special thanks goes to Jennifer who was EXTREMELY patient with me, executed my vision and helped me every step for the way, thanks Jenn, but that guy—you know the one, is still mine! Dani and the entire Wildfire Marketing team, thank you for your wonderful services. Thanks ladies, for being patient with me, especially when you wanted to wring my neck a few times here and there. You’re the best in the game and you rock!
This brings me to the awesome, unbelievable, amazing bloggers and bookstagrammers who blew my mind by sharing teasers, the cover and every single thing that had to do with Devious Kisses. Thank you for taking your time to read this book, you continue to rock my world, you guys. I adore you so much!
Last, but certainly the best part, special and huge thanks goes to my Spitfires group, my favorite people in this entire world—that’s saying something—I freaking love you guys! This one and every single one after, is for you.
And to you, the beautiful reader who picked this book up, thank you for making it all the way to the end. Thank you for being you. If you loved this story, please consider leaving a short, honest, review for it. It means more than I can say.
I love you deep and God bless y’all.
From this Spitfire,
Thandie.
Westbrook Blues Series:
Reckless Hate, #1
Vicious Hate, #2
Broken Hate #3
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A Billion Dollar Plan
A Billion Broken Pieces
Billion Dollar Hearts
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