All Chapters of We Shouldn’t Be Doing This : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Athena He pulled me close, his lips hovering an inch from mine, teasing me, refusing to give me a kiss. Instead, he buried his face in my neck, his beard scratching deliciously against my skin as he bit down on my collarbone.. "We're going to regret this," he growled against my skin, his hands gripping my waist. "But I need this sweet pussy." Before I could answer, he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. He didn't set me on his hip—he hoisted me higher, setting my thighs over his massive shoulders, placing my bare, glistening pussy directly at level with his mouth. The warm air from his breath hit my wet center, making me gasp and bite my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood. He turned around, wedging me firmly between his heavy body and the cold metal wall of the elevator, trapping me completely. He started with my inner thighs, pressing hot, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin, teasing his way inward until I was shivering, my fingers holding his head.

Damien I stood in the bathroom with the taste of her still on my tongue and my cock so hard it hurt. Jordan’s voice came again, closer this time. “Athena?” I looked at her in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy and her makeup half ruined. Her wedding dress was still shoved up around her waist. The head of my cock was pressed right against her entrance, one thrust away from burying myself inside my son’s bride. I should have walked away. Instead I leaned in, lips against her ear, and spoke low enough that only she would hear. “Go. Marry him.” Her breath hitched. “Walk down that aisle. Say the words. Smile for the photos. But understand this—” I reached under the dress, hooked my fingers into the thin scrap of lace she had somehow put back on, and dragged it down her legs. I balled the wet panties in my fist and shoved them into my pocket. “This cunt belongs to me. Tonight, after the reception, you come to my room. Not the honeymoon suite. Mine.