Ask Me Nicely by Amy Andrews

Author:Amy Andrews [Andrews, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Australia, harlequin, blackmail, Brazen, erotic, veterinarian, Entangled, office romance, roommates, sexy, contemporary romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Sal, her eyes practically rolled back in her head and already half out of her mind, realized he was talking about her scar. Once upon a time the question would have freaked her out, but she was so used to it now she could deliver her lie without flinching.

“Car accident. Years ago,” she said huskily.

Which was the truth. Just not the whole truth. As with all lies, it helped to ground it in an element of reality.

She shifted her pelvis restlessly as his finger continued to feather up and down the faded white line. He frowned as if trying to figure out just how exactly a car accident would cause such a scar. “Did you get thrown out?”

“Lots of internal bleeding. Steering wheel.”

Also true. Gut-wrenchingly, heartbreakingly true. And she did not want to go there now.

“No seat belt?”

“Doyle.” Way to kill a mood.

He looked up from where his fingers were still stroking her as she groped for the bag of fairy floss somewhere to the side. She found it and thrust it at his chest. “Are you seriously going to use your mouth for talking? Because I can think of about a dozen other uses for it right at this moment.”

He grasped the bag and smiled. “Only a dozen?”

Sal hooked her leg around the back of his thigh and dragged his hips flush with the counter. “I’m more than happy for you to educate me.”

He grinned, then grasped both thighs and slid her toward him, the fabric beneath her easily facilitating the movement. The counter was just the right height to bring their hips into intimate alignment. She shut her eyes as the hard bulge of his erection beneath his zipper pressed with just the right amount of pressure between her legs.

Sal heard crinkling, and when she opened her eyes, he’d pulled off a tuft of fairy floss and was holding it up as he inspected her body. “Where first?” he mused, taking his time.

The question seemed entirely rhetorical, so she didn’t bother answering him out loud. But inside she was panting—anywhere.

Just put it anywhere.

“Doyle,” she moaned, the anticipation at screaming point as every nerve cell in her body prepared for some sugar. “You’re killing me.”

“Patience,” he murmured. “I’m spoilt for choice.”

Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs as his gaze ignited spot fires all over her torso. Now she knew how a marshmallow in a fire felt just before it burst into flames.

“Here, I think,” he said, lowering it to her belly button.

Sal’s stomach quivered at the merest brush of spun sugar and then clenched as he followed it with the wet glide of his mouth, sucking up the floss and then licking and laving, his whiskers scraping her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel to extract every last morsel of sugar.

“God,” he groaned, his tongue stroking down, down exactly the path his finger had just traveled, all the way down to the lace edge of her underwear and then lower. “You taste so good,” he said against the satin.

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