All Chapters of HIS GUILTY PLEASURE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Isabella’s povThe lamp on the desk threw a soft circle of light across the exam table and left the rest of the room in shadow. His hand still rested high on my thigh under the thin gown, thumb moving in slow deliberate strokes that made my skin prickle. I stayed exactly where he told me, back flat against the paper, breathing shallow so I wouldn’t push into his touch too soon.Still no pain?” he asked, voice lower than before.None, I said. “Just heat. Everywhere you touch.He gave a quiet laugh that sounded almost surprised. “Straight talk. I like that.” His fingers spread wider, testing the muscle again even though the real exam had ended minutes ago. “Most patients mumble and look away. You look right at me.”Hard not to. You’re standing over me in an empty clinic with the door locked and your hand halfway up my leg.”He didn’t pull away. Instead he pressed a little firmer, sliding the gown higher so more skin showed. Cool air kissed the ne

Isabella’s povThe car stayed dark except for the glow of the dashboard clock. Eight o’clock. We hadn’t moved in almost an hour. My hand still rested on his thigh, fingers curled around the thick hard shape of him through his trousers. Every few minutes he would flex under my palm like he couldn’t help it. The street outside stayed empty. Holiday lights flickered in a couple of windows but most of the block looked abandoned.“You’re going to leave a permanent dent in that if you keep squeezing,” he said, voice rough.“Maybe I want to. You’ve been hard since the clinic. Doesn’t seem fair I only got to feel it through fabric.”He let out a short breath that was half laugh. “You’re relentless.”“You like it.”“I do.” His hand covered mine again and pressed down harder so I felt every ridge of him. “I’ve been sitting here thinking about dragging you into the back seat and burying my face between your legs until you soak the leather.”My st

Isabella’s povWe stayed locked against the door longer than either of us planned. His cock softened slowly inside me but he didn’t pull out. Sweat cooled on my skin where his open shirt rubbed against my breasts. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist and his hands held my ass like he was afraid I might slide down.“You’re still pulsing around me,” he said against my neck.“Because you’re still in me.”He gave a low laugh that vibrated through both of us. “Fair point.”Eventually he eased out. The wet slide made me shiver. Cum dripped down my inner thigh and he watched it with dark eyes, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside me.“Jesus,” I whispered.“Don’t want any of it wasted.” He fucked those fingers in and out slow while his thumb circled my clit. “You’re swollen. Sensitive. Perfect.”I clutched his shoulders. “Adrian—”“Quiet. Let me feel you again.”He kept working me until my hips started roc

Lily’s pov“Shit not again,” I mutter under my breath as the engine coughs once more and dies right there on the cracked asphalt leading to Moreno’s Garage. My hands tighten on the wheel and I let out a frustrated groan that turns into something hotter the second I spot his broad back bent over the open hood of some old truck. Jack Moreno is the only one left in the lot at two in the afternoon and the sight of him in those grease-stained jeans hugging his thick thighs makes my stomach flip hard. I have been inventing every little rattle and squeak for weeks just to roll in here and watch him work. Today I stop pretending.I shove the door open and climb out, the late sun baking the back of my neck while I put my weight against the frame and start pushing the useless car the last few yards into the empty bay. My arms burn and my breath comes short but I keep going until the front bumper is lined up right where he can see it. He straightens slowly, wip

Lily’s pov“It is almost six and you still have not fixed the damn thing,” I say while I sit cross-legged on the edge of the workbench in nothing but my tank top, watching Jack dig through the parts shelf with grease still streaked across his forearms. My shorts are somewhere on the floor and the fresh load he pumped into me earlier is slowly leaking onto the metal surface under my bare ass. Every time he glances over his shoulder our eyes hold and the heat in his stare makes my cunt clench around the emptiness he left behind.Jack pulls a small box off the top shelf, checks the label, and curses under his breath. “The part I need is not here. The supplier said it will not be in until Monday.” He turns around and tosses the empty box onto the bench beside my thigh. “Looks like your car is staying put for the weekend.”I spread my knees wider so he can see the shiny mess between my legs. “Good. I was not ready to leave anyway.”He steps between my open