All Chapters of No Saints in My Bed: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EmmaMy ears turned red, and my cheeks heated up. He leaned closer and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His lips were soft against mine; he slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me closer so my body was pressed against his. I wrapped my hands around his neck and stood on my toes as I kissed him tenderly.With his hands still firmly around my waist, he guided me towards the bed and gently laid me down, never breaking the kiss. He cupped my cheeks, his fingers brushing ever so tenderly as he took a lip in his mouth and suckled on it.His tongue probed the entrance of my mouth; I let him in without a second thought, letting him expertly taste me. Our tongues wrestled in dominance. Okay, mostly him. I purred in satisfaction, already feeling a throbbing in between my legs.Noah was such a good kisser; it left me wondering how many girls he had to practice with. My forehead creased, and I clutched onto his shirt tightly, pulling him towards me. I couldn’t afford to think of other

EmmaEveryone turned toward me, brows perked in worry. Except for Noah, he had the nerve to have a smirk on his face as he studied me."Are you okay?" Olivia asked."Yeah, are you okay, Emma?" He repeated.His fingers had slipped inside my entrance, smearing my juices all over, even over my inner thighs. I was dripping onto his shirt. I knew that when I got to my feet, there would be a wet splotch at the back of the t-shirt."Yes, I am," I replied, lowering my gaze. "I almost choked," I lied, and without coaxing me further, I stuffed a mouthful of food into my mouth so I wouldn't have to explain anything again.Olivia, Noah, and even Byron were talking about something, still party-related, but I couldn't make sense of what was being said. Because I was sitting with my legs wide open, my t-shirt was pulled up whilst Noah was aggressively rubbing my clit. I had to keep my mouth full of food to stop myself from moaning aloud. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself.If the room

AvaWhen I showed up at work that boring Monday morning, nothing had prepared me for the events that were to follow. I was wearing my favorite white blouse and black skirt.The blouse was a sleeveless linen top, so I paired it with a jacket. It had a deep neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and it clung tightly to my body.No, I wasn’t dressing up for anyone at work. I disliked half of the men in my office; a good percentage of the other half were already married, while the rest were much older.I dressed up because I had a blind date after work that I was hoping to impress. I had been single for a year and six months now, and involuntarily celibate for longer than that. Hopefully, that would be fixed by the end of the day.Just thinking about it had me grinning from ear to ear as I walked into the elevator that day. My grin grew even wider when I found it was empty. Good. Just another moment of silence for myself.My grin was quickly replaced with a frown when Ethan showed up just b

Ava“Yes,” his answer was so quick I didn’t have time to think about what I’d just asked.I inched closer to him and leaned in for a kiss, but he stopped me. “What if they fix it while we’re at it and then they see us?”I peered back at the elevator doors. “That’s why we’ve got to be quick.” I reached behind me to undo the zipper of my dress. “Just shut up and kiss me.”“Okay,” he whispered. He grabbed my chin, pulling me closer, and captured my lips in a hot, passionate kiss.Maybe it was my prompting, but he kissed me with an urgency I had never seen before. His lips moved hungrily against mine, his tongue deepening the kiss while his hands roamed all over my body.I caressed his chest through the material of his shirt. He was muscular underneath, and I wanted to rip the clothes off him so I could run my fingers over every inch, but I had to remember where we were.We rose to our feet slowly, our lips still locked. He touched me everywhere before pushing me up against the wall. With

ChristieIt took me a whole minute to come to, maybe a little more than that. I felt like I was back in high school, in the boys' locker room, watching two hot football players change. Only I was standing in my father's old farmhouse, and they were my brothers—well, stepbrothers. The distinction was important."Are you okay, Christie?" My father's wife had stepped forward, peering at me with a look of concern on her face."What?" My voice was an inaudible gasp.I stared at my father, who also looked worried for me. Everyone was staring at me in concern—well, except the boys, who were grinning from ear to ear. What were their names again? Had they already told me?"Who are you?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment. I had meant to ask what their names were."Wow! Okay," one of the boys exclaimed, a cheesy grin on his face. I noticed he had a pretty dimple when he smiled. "My name is Caleb, and this is my brother—""Older brother," the other one