Dirty Hair Puller by Em Petrova

Author:Em Petrova [Petrova, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-07T18:30:00+00:00

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Geneva stood on the sidewalk, looking at Liam’s bike and down at her clothing. “Am I overdressed for this party?”

Her jeans fit her curves like the coast fit the sea, and she wore expensive black boots and a T-shirt. Sure, her clothes probably came from designer shops, but she wore what everyone else would be.

He leaned in, settling his hands on her waist and brushing her cheek with a kiss. “You look stunning. And you’ll fit right in. C’mon.” He walked her back to his bike and handed her a helmet.

“It looks like it might rain.”

He eyed her with an arched brow. “A little rain won’t hurt you.” Ropes of wet hair lashing at him as he fucked her hard from behind, lifting her ass cheek with every slap of his palm made for the hottest fucking imagery.

“What’s that look for? You’re hoping I end up with a wet T-shirt, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “You got me. Here, take my jacket. It’s not far, and I think the rain will hold off.”

She slid her arms into his heavy leather. It hung on her, and probably weighed half of what she did. A possessive fist gripped him by the balls.

He swung his leg over his bike before he decided they could skip the party. “You look great in my jacket. Get on.”

She eased onto the seat and wrapped her arms around his middle. He started his bike and rested a hand on her thigh as he pulled away from the curb. Seeing the road was clear, he gave it gas and the bike surged forward. Geneva squealed and clung to him tighter. He liked her with him far too much. He was getting damned attached, and he had no idea where that would leave him in the end.

But he wasn’t a guy to dwell on the past or future, so he rolled with it. She was with him now, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

A grin plastered his face as he navigated the streets to Jett’s place. His apartment was in an old warehouse that had been remodeled into apartments. When they parked in front of it, Geneva said, “Wow. This looks cool.”

“It is. Lots of room inside.” He waited for her to slip off the bike and then did the same. She removed her helmet and held it for a minute, unsure what to do with it. He turned to her, reaching for her hair.

He worked his fingers into the mass of waves. Her eyes took on that blurred look she wore when she was in the throes of desire. Oh yeah, he’d keep her right there on the edge all night long. By the time they got back to his house, she’d be on her knees begging for him to give her what she wanted—needed.

“My hair’s probably flat,” she said softly.

He hovered over her, lips inches away. Her perfume filled him with a lust he couldn’t act on—not here. Gently he spread his fingers across her scalp, fluffing her hair.

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