Arrogant Fiancé by T.L Smith & Melissa Jane

Author:T.L Smith & Melissa Jane [Smith, T.L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T.L Smith

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Hawk

Britta never made it to my place, and now I’m outside her apartment.

I didn’t care for the ring, in the sense of getting it back. I knew Britta would look after it. What I did need, however, were the keys to my office. In her haste of leaving my apartment last night, she packed my set of building keys. And now I was here to retrieve them.

As I went to knock, the door was pulled open. Slate was on the other side shrugging on his jacket and hopefully preparing to leave.

“Hey, man,” he greeted with a smile. “Britta just passed out on the couch.”

I look past him to see her snuggled up in front of the TV. “You here for your ring.”

“More so for my keys,” I half lied. He didn’t need to know the other reason why I was here.

“Cool. I’ll leave you to lock up? I gotta go see…” he hesitated before continuing, and it struck me as odd. “Yep, you can lock up for me. Catch you later, bro.”

I stared at him as he walked down the hall. It seemed we both had secrets to keep.

“Later,” I said almost to myself before I turned my attention back to Britta. She didn’t stir when I walked in, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat of a creeper. Spotting my keys on the bench, I pocketed them and then walked to where she was sleeping. She had a slight snore, and it was cute as fuck.

“Britta,” I called gently, but she didn’t stir. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, I turned the TV off and then hooked my arms under her body and started carrying her into her bedroom. She moaned, her weary eyes opening. She dropped her head against my chest, and I smiled.

“What’s happening?” she mumbled.

“Your neck was at an awful angle on the sofa.”

“Mmm,” she moaned again. “Where’s Slate?” I lowered Britta onto her bed, but it seemed she was waking.

“He just left. Just you and me, baby.”

“Your ring.” She moved with haste, but I stopped her from pulling it off. With a finger under her chin, I tilted her face and kissed her lips. She welcomed it and reciprocated, and what started off as gentle soon turned passionate.

Lips like hers need to be kissed.

They need to be fucked.

They begged for it.

Our tongues started a dance as my hand reached under her loose summer dress. My hands wandered up her thigh, skin so soft, and up to her breasts. Britta didn’t stop me. In fact, she inched closer, demanding I touch her.

“I just need a taste,” I whispered, pulling back and pushing her flat on the bed. “Just a taste.” It was a lie, we both knew it. A taste was never going to be enough. Pushing the straps of the dress over her shoulders, I freed her tits giving them the recognition they deserved. They were plump, perfectly shaped and beautiful. My hand wandered back down underneath her dress to find her lacy panties.

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