Sophia Kennedy is determined to chase her own success, rather than ride her father’s coattails. She’s devoted herself to Books and Brew, the business she owns with her three best friends. She doesn’t feel the need to explain herself to anyone, least of all the free-aid lawyer who’s determined to judge her as a society princess. She’d ignore him altogether…if it were up to her mind. But nooooo. Her body just has to have its say—and it’s using words like “gorgeous”, “hot” and “sexy”. Soon, annoyance turns to attraction, verbal sparring to physical satisfaction as the couple is drawn together by a common cause.
Marc Garrett has no time for a relationship. And he certainly doesn’t want a rich society fixture, though the damning evidence below his belt suggests otherwise. The more he comes to know his hardworking princess, the more he wants her, again and again. Marc’s falling hard, but after holding Sophie’s wealth against her, how will she react when she learns of his own rather prosperous roots?
Her gaze found his just as he pressed his tongue inside her pussy.
“Oh God,” she cried. Her hands tangled in his sheets as he tongue-fucked her. He’d only had a taste of her in his office that day, but his mouth had watered for more ever since.
Sophie’s breathing accelerated and he sensed she wanted to look away, but her gaze held steady. He opened her legs even farther, using his hands rather than words to position her. He wanted her completely open to him.
He glanced up as he nipped her clit, applying just enough pressure to make it sting. Sophie didn’t complain, didn’t try to shove him away. Her hungry look solidified some suspicions that had formed after their brief sexual foray in his office. She liked to play and she was ready to push some limits.
Marc decided to see just how far she was willing to go. He moved lower, pressing his tongue around the rim of her anus. Sophie gasped, but once again she didn’t pull away, didn’t close her eyes. He licked the rosette until it was nice and wet, then he pushed a single finger in to the first knuckle.
“You said anal play was one of the kinky things you’ve tried.”
Her cheeks flushed and he grinned, loving the innocence that tinted her naughtiness.
He pushed his finger deeper, watching her face carefully to make sure he didn’t cause her any pain. He wouldn’t venture farther than this tonight. Not without lube.
Once his finger was buried to the hilt, he pressed his mouth back to her pussy, shoving his tongue into the wet cavern as deep as it would go. Over and over he pushed his tongue inside, moving it in unison with the finger in her ass.
When he sensed she was getting close, he pushed the button guaranteed to drive her over the edge. He rubbed her clit roughly with his free hand, loving the way Sophie’s body went stiff just a split second before the trembling began. She came with her whole body and it was a beautiful thing to watch.
Marc rose up on his knees and took his cock in his hand, stroking strong and hard as Sophie shivered in the aftermath of her orgasm, then he pulled his finger free of her body.
As she came to her senses, she reached out, ready to take over his hand job.
He shook his head. “No. Lift up your tits. Hold them for me.”
She cupped her breasts, pushing the fleshy globes together then pinching her nipples. The image of her playing with herself had the desired effect. He bent closer, propping himself up with one hand as his other gripped and stroked his cock harder, faster, the head occasionally caressing soft flesh.
Sophie continued to play with herself, giving him the ultimate peep show.
“Holy shit, Sophie.” His voice was too deep, his words sounding more like a growl. “Can’t hold back.”
Come shot from the tip of his cock, decorating Sophie’s breasts with shiny droplets. She stilled, capturing every sticky strand.
Marc gasped for air, feeling lightheaded from a lack of oxygen and the force of his climax. He thought the night couldn’t get any better—until Sophie reached down to drag one finger through the come on her breast.
She swirled it around her nipples, making them shine, then lifted the digit and stuck it in her mouth, sucking it clean.
He was wrong. The night had just gotten a lot better.
Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Five years later, her computer is jammed full of stories — novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends and six of her books have been published.
High school librarian by day and mother of two busy teenagers, Mari Carr found time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.
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