Conquest by Justine Littleton

Conquest by Justine Littleton

Author:Justine Littleton [Littleton, Justine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-12T18:30:00+00:00


CHAPTER TWELVE

CONNOR

The ride was short but tortuous. Having her legs warming my sides, where I wanted to curl them up around my hips and link them together while I turned in the seat and slid my hands down her sexy legs to her hot mound…. Shit, my blue balls and Mr. Stiffy were in pure, frustrating agony over the fact I could feel the heat from her pussy warming my ass. Only it was the front of me throbbing for attention, not my ass.

I’d even stood at an odd angle the entire elevator ride and walk to my apartment, and had to think of the various colors of Ms. H’s granny panties—gross—just so I was able to rein in my manhood.

Once we’d made it through the door, and now that I wouldn’t scare her with my endowment, I needed answers.

I narrowed my eyes. “Who the fuck is he, Lettie?” I clipped through a clenched jaw. I balled my hands into fists at my sides, aching to hit something, mainly the flesh of whoever the jackass was.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Her head tilted slightly, her brow furrowing with confusion. Damn it! She can’t be adorable when I’m mad. That’s not fair.

“Don’t play dumb, Nicolette. I listened to every gut-wrenching word you sang. Who’s the asshole you’re in love with?” I demanded.

She snorted, scoffed, and then even choked on a laugh. Finally, she glared and snapped, “I’m not dumb, but you sure as hell are. I swear you are the stupidest smart person I know. You really need me to spell it out?” She threw her hands up in the air, while her cheeks turned red with anger, or maybe embarrassment. “You, it’s you. It’s always been you, for as long as I can fucking remember. Sad, right? And here’s the kicker. You’re with Fallon. She’s smart, funny, beautiful, and doesn’t come with a shit ton of trouble. Happy? Have your answer? Now, can I go the fuck to bed and pray this is all a bad alcohol-induced dream?”

Fuck, I’m the asshole. How come I’m always the asshole?

Obviously her words knocked the wind out of my sails. “You’re in love with me?”

Lettie’s eyes widened as she obviously realized exactly what she’d admitted to. She opened her mouth, closed it, and took a step back, then another. Her hands came out in front of her before waving me off. She blurted out, “I’m not doing this. I’m going to bed.” She started to turn.

“Not happening.” With unnatural speed, I snatched her wrist and spun her back around. I fenced her in against the back of the living room wall next to my bedroom door.

She gasped. “W-What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I should have done that first day you tried to mow me down in the hall.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. My pulse raced, my body hummed, and my cock sprang straight to hard when she moaned at first touch of my lips against hers. It was the sweetest, softest kiss I’d ever received, and left me wanting more as she pulled away.



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