Stud in the Stacks: A Fake Fiancee Hot Librarian Bachelor Auction Romantic Comedy by Pippa Grant

Stud in the Stacks: A Fake Fiancee Hot Librarian Bachelor Auction Romantic Comedy by Pippa Grant

Author:Pippa Grant [Grant, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-04T16:00:00+00:00


20

Parker

One minute, I’m having a minor freak-out about a horny, green-eyed monster taking over my mind and turning Knox into my fiancé and the next, he’s swallowing the rest of my ramblings, his lips covering mine and his hands tangling in my hair. I squeak out a surprised whimper even as my arms instinctively wrap around his middle.

While the kiss surprised me, he’s not attacking my mouth. He’s going slow and easy, tasting and savoring and leisurely exploring. Horns honk around us. The hard bulge against my belly gets harder. He twirls my hair around my fingers, and the tug on my scalp ignites nerve endings I’d forgotten I have, sending primal lust shooting from my roots, down my spine, around my ass and up into my forgotten land.

This isn’t a normal, hungry, I-want-to-sex-you-up kiss.

No, this is a lover’s kiss. Attentive. Thorough. He suckles my lower lip. Nips it gently, and licks the sting away, and repeats the caress on my top lip.

Heat flares in my abdomen, and that achy need throbs between my thighs. He tastes like jungle heat and mint, and the low, satisfied hum in the back of his throat turns my nipples into needy little hussies.

Why, again, are we going back to his place? Where his Nana will probably be watching our every move?

His tongue touches mine, and lights out, game over, everybody wins. My pussy clenches, I grip his solid ass, and I dive into kissing him back like he’s the cheese on my taco.

And that’s the last thought—rational or irrational—that I can manage—thank god, because cheese on my taco?

What is wrong—holy sex on a stick, did his tongue just—and his lips—and ohmygod—and he’s not even touching me there—and where did he learn—how can I—just ohmygod again.

His fingers brush the bare skin he’s exposed just above my jeans. Unicorns carrying tacos dance over our heads. His tongue curls around mine. My ovaries spontaneously combust into magical glittery fireworks. There’s a steel rod poking my belly, and I’m not sure if I’m still wearing pants or if they’ve completely evaporated off me.

I just know I want more.

That this is how a man is supposed to kiss a woman. I can feel it from my roots to my toenails and everywhere between.

And along with the desperate desire to wrap my legs around his hips and rub myself all over that glorious thick swell of his package, there’s something else.

Power.

This kissing thing? Yeah, I can do this kissing thing. I can kiss like a fucking goddess. I just needed the right partner.

Something jostles us, and he breaks the kiss.

I whimper.

And I slowly remember we’re still standing on a street on the Lower East Side, the world going on around us. I have one leg hooked behind his knee, and my lips are tingling and swollen as though they’ve been stung by a bee. A very horny, pleasant bee.

He pulls me against his chest, his heart drumming at triple-time in my ear.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Even though I’m not really.



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