Semua Bab Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend : Bab 21 - Bab 30

"You can't name my—bits," I whimpered in mortification, closing my eyes, not knowing where to look as he continued to pet me. "We're not even supposed to be doing this.""Is that right?" He sounded amused. "Well, that's pretty interesting. You see, for someone so damn sure we weren't going to do this, you sureseem to have gone to a lot of trouble."Shit. I opened one eye."So much trouble, I'd say," he teased, grinning broadly as he glanced down to where his hand disappeared beneath my briefs, "it'd be rude of me not to take a peek...""No!" I yelped as he hooked his fingers beneath the elastic, knowing I'd lost the battle even before he tugged them down. "You're wrong! I didn't do it because I thought we-ee..."If I hadn't known where to look before, this was infinitely worse. I grimaced up at the ceiling, my nether regions, so ruthlessly pruned in the bathroom that morning, burning beneath the intensity of his gaze."You didn't?" I could actually hear his smile. "This work of art yo

"Drew!"He groaned. "No, not like that. Sam, Ihate hurting you—""Really?""Oh, for fuck's sake." Looking suitably chastened, Drew cupped my cheek in his hand. "No, I'mnot enjoying hurting you. But do you have any idea...?" Trailing off, he shot me another apologetic smile. "No, of course you don't, how could you?" He shook his head. "You feel incredible, okay?""Incredible?" I repeated. The idea was curiously gratifying.His gaze softened. "Better than incredible. I can't even begin to describe how it feels.""Try.""Sam!" He laughed, the slight movement of his body making him ripple within me—and he was right; it was already beginning to feel better. "You're serious—you really want to know?" Rolling his eyes at my expectant look, he blew out a long breath. "All right—it feels amazing to be inside you, okay? You feel so hot and wet—and soft. AndGod, Sam—so incredibly fucking tight..."Holy crap. The crude words were even turning me on. "So basically, you're telling me you want to fuc

Pushing back the duvet, I gingerly stretched out a hand and picked it up.Three messages. Someone was being pretty persistent. No change there then. Drew got ten times as many messages in a week as I did. But at this time, on a Saturday morning? Still, at least it wasn't as late as I thought it might be; it was only just after nine.What was Drew singing? I didn't recognise the song, though it sounded good. Still, Drew could make Twinkle twinkle little star sound good, he had a fantastic voice. I'd always loved hearing him sing, not that I'd dream of flattering his ego by saying so. But though I listened hard, I could only catch the odd word. Actually, it sounded rather like he didn't know the words either. There was definitely something there that sounded like da-di-dum...Buzz.I squeaked again as his phone vibrated in my hand. Four messages now? I grimaced at the idea that someone might be trying to get hold of him urgently. Because if they were, that meant I was going to have to go

"Well, good morning, sunshine!" Alice trilled across the shop as I closed the door behind me, her tone laden with sarcasm. I located her position by the cash desk just in time to witness her pointed glance at the clock. "We were starting to wonder if you'd make it in today, weren't we Roxy?"Eighteen year old Roxanne, our magenta-haired Saturday girl, was on her knees in front of a heavily pregnant customer, half a dozen dress pins protruding from her cherry red lips. She sent me a sympathetic eye roll before bowing her head again and continuing to adjust the hem of the customer's dress."I know. I'm sorry," I responded, cringing as I heard the automatic apology fall from my mouth. "It turned into a late night, that's all.""A boozy late night too, by the look of it. You look awful."God bless Alice for pointing out the obvious. "I had two glasses of champagne," I objected, picking my way around the racks of clothing and trying to ignore the blatantly curious but amused looks of my cu

"I hate bloody Christmas," I said with feeling. "Can't I just go to bed and have someone wake me up in January?" Slipping her arm around my shoulders, Roxanne hugged me to her ample bosom. "Well, going to bed's probably a good idea. You look terrible," she said bluntly. "Why don't you go home and grab a couple of hours so that you're a bit fresher for your date with Marco tonight?" "We're only going out to dinner," I protested, feeling oddly guilty at the very idea of it being a date, memories of the previous evening flooding back full force. "To talk business," I added firmly as Alice gave me another look. "And I can hardly go home right now and leave you both in the lurch. What if we have another mad splurge of customers like we had this morning? Besides, I'm going to have to leave at three as it is. See if I can figure out what the hell I'm going to wear." I bit my lip in consternation, mentally rummaging through my wardrobe. Wearing a white shirt with my favourite denim skirt