Page 47 of Dirty Pool

There was something freeing about that.

Something wild.

And raw.

“Oh, my God,” she choked out.

The second finger being fitted into her arse was what really did it. Her body wasn’t slowly coaxed over the edge of bliss, but rather, he fucking threw her over it. The sensation was almost violent, but she found a part of her that had been craving that.

She burned everywhere.

And it never felt better.

Michel didn’t let up on her for a second, either. His hand on her arse tightened to a painful point, and he dragged her harder against his own body. Working himself higher and higher until he released a low, guttural sound along the seam of her lips, and she felt him jerk inside of her tender sex.

That’s when he slowed.

That’s when she could breathe again.

His words whispered in her ear, making her smile and her heart beat crazy fast in her chest. “This is crazy. This is fucking crazy.”

“But good,” she returned.

Michel laughed against where the junction of her neck met her shoulder, his teeth dragging deliciously to her skin. “Where have you been all my life?”

She didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, a moment of tenderness in the roughness that had been their sex. It made her smile as she met his gaze. “I want you to take me on a date. A real date.”

Michel blinked. “Right now?”

It was dark.

Way too late.

Nothing would be open.

Gabbie still nodded because she was not ready to let him go anywhere but with her for the moment. “Right now, Michel.”

• • •

“Here, duckies!”

Michel’s dark chuckles came close to her ear as his nose grazed the back of her neck. Gabbie had all she could do not to shiver from the feeling of his lips pressing to her skin with featherlight kisses.

“I don’t think they recognize being called duckies,” he murmured.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying they don’t speak human, Gabbie.”

She didn’t mind his teasing.

Much.

“Says the man who had a small bag of birdseed in his car because bread is bad for the ducks.”