Bring the Heat Margot Radcliffe (classic romance novels TXT) 📖

From his wallet he produced two condoms and flipped them onto the table beside them.

“I guess not,” she got out before gasping for breath as his fingers slid into her heat. His own breathing deepened at the contact; he fucking loved touching her.

“You might be able to fix things, Molly, but I’m the guy with a plan. And my only goal most days is getting us into the position we’re currently in, so yeah, so that pretty much entails having a condom on me at all times.”

“Maybe that should be your next venture instead of building yachts—put things in clothing that are like secret compartments for condoms. That way you’re never without them.”

He grinned against her neck. “Do you mean I should invent pockets?”

She gasped and bucked against his hand when he slid over her wet clit, stroking slowly so he could revel in every millimeter of her velvety skin. “Just shut up,” she croaked out as he placed a single finger into her, crooking it against the little rough patch of skin, tormenting it over and over again until she was fairly panting, her neck straining against his shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he laughed before taking her mouth again.

Pushing another finger inside her, more blood rushed to his cock as her wetness flowed over his hand. She was close and getting closer to letting go, biting at his tongue as it mimicked what he was doing with his hands. It was messy, it was awkward and sweet, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Oliver,” she breathed as she shattered around his fingers, his thumb slowly brushing over her throbbing nub as he helped bring her back down to equilibrium.

“I’m right here,” he murmured, kissing across her jaw and down her neck. “Not going anywhere.”

She put her hand on his knee, leaning into his chest for a quick moment before shoving forward. Then she was twisting around in the seat so that she was straddling him, her warm, sated core up against his pulsing dick.

“Hey,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re good at that.”

“Thanks.” His hands came around her back and pressed her forward. “Are you going to thank me, too?”

She shrugged, lips twitching. “Didn’t I just?”

“No, you complimented my skill, but didn’t express appreciation.”

“Well, if we’re being honest about it, you have done better.”

Oliver wanted to laugh. She was so full of shit, but he loved a challenge. So he stood, picking her up in his arms, and took her to the deck’s metal railing, sitting her on the top rung. He covered her hands with his, securing them to the bars so she wouldn’t fall over into the water below.

“Actually,” he said as he considered her before him, perched on the side of the boat. He wanted her to be a little out of sorts, but not truly in danger.

So he opened a piece of the floor and pulled out a stretch of rope.

“Um, oh,” Molly breathed, eyes surprised but definitely interested.

“It’s just so you don’t fall off, Molly,” he assured her, motioning for her to stay on the railing. He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Trust me. Once I start, you’re going to be glad I did this.”

She clasped her hands on the railing again and watched as he tied both her hands and feet down to the metal poles until she couldn’t fall backward into the water if she tried. Her legs spread wide, he stretched his neck back and forth in preparation.

“Now,” he told her. “It’s my turn for dessert since you ate all my cake at dinner.”

“You said you didn’t want it!” Molly exclaimed, her hands straining at the ropes. The material was a smooth nylon and wouldn’t abrade her skin.

He sank to his knees before her, looking his fill at the prettiest, pinkest pussy he’d ever seen and feeling like every decision he’d ever made up to this point had been the right one if this was where he’d eventually ended up.

“Shh,” he said as his fingers opened her wide, exposing her to the sea breeze whipping across the top deck of the boat. “This is what I was waiting for.”

And then he went in, licking her entire slit in one deliciously erotic swipe, the sound of it laying him out flat. She was so wet now that she’d already come, her entrance puffed and soft, ready to take him, which she definitely would just as soon as he’d driven her to the brink of insanity. Stiffening his tongue, he speared it inside her, thrusting as she moved against his mouth, her cries already being lost across the endless ocean surrounding them. It truly felt like them against the world.

She was murmuring his name over and over again now, her knuckles white where she gripped the railing. She was a goddess, the moon illuminating her golden skin against the darkening sky behind her, and he’d worship at her feet forever like this if she’d let him. So he let himself go all in, his mouth devouring her as if it was the last thing he’d taste on earth. He sucked on her clit, her cries in his ears begging him for release, but he kept at it, taking her just to the edge and then retreating to her entrance to consume what he’d elicited, her sweet, tangy taste spurring him on.

He explored every inch of her, the lips he was spreading, every rounded secret curve of her clit, the sensitive hood, nothing was left unaccounted for as he drove her mad. And then, his own cock throbbing in pain, he sucked on her engorged, slick nub until she screamed, her inner muscles pulsing around his two fingers as he rubbed her, heightening her orgasm so she’d never forget he was the one who gave it to her.

Standing, he brushed a piece of hair out of her face, but the wind just blew it back