Every Part of You Taunts Me Read Free

he pull away? Simone ran a finger along his tie, tugging it a little.
    “You have rules, Elliott?”
    “More like … guidelines.”
    She laughed low and slid her hands up the front of his shirt to squeeze his shoulders gently. “Okay.”
    He put his hands on her hips, easing her closer. “I thought you’d have some trouble with guidelines.”
    “Did you, now?” She tipped her head back to look into his face. “Why? You think I’m a rebel?”
    “I think you don’t like to be told what to do. Isn’t that what you said? You never want to call a man Master.”
    They were moving closer, closer, pressed against each other. He nuzzled her neck, and Simone sighed, offering him her skin. He didn’t bite, but the anticipation of him doing it tightened her nipples and sent heat puddling low in her belly.
    “Is one of your guidelines that I have to call you master?”
    “No. Of course not.” He backed up one step, taking her with him. Then another, before he turned her and led her upward so she was ahead of him on the stairs.
    Standing taller than him, Simone ran her hands through his hair. “Is one of them that I can’t mess up your hair?”
    He pushed her gently backward, step by step. “No.”
    “Does it mean I can’t wear your T-shirt to sleep in?”
    “No.” He kissed her softly. Then harder, as they reached the top of the stairs.
    Down the hall, he led her. Kiss by kiss. Simone didn’t bother to look behind her, not worried she would trip or bump into anything. Elliott, she knew, would not let her fall.
    “Can I use your toothbrush?”
    He shuddered, pausing for a moment before backing her into an open door. “No. Absolutely not.”
    Just inside the bedroom, Simone linked her fingers behind his neck. “You can put your mouth on me, but you can’t share a toothbrush?”
    Elliott made that noise, the one that sent her spiraling into desire so fast it made her head spin. That growl. He did it against her throat, and his hands gripped her just above her hips, not quite hard enough to hurt, even though she wanted it to.
    “You put your mouth,” Simone murmured, “on my pussy … but you can’t share a toothbrush.”
    His hand went between her legs, stroking over her panties. “Is that what you want me to do?”
    “Yes, Elliott.”
    “You want me to share my toothbrush.”
    Simone burst into laughter and shoved at him a little. “No! I don’t care about the toothbrush! I want you to put your mouth on my pussy.”
    “Oh. I think I could manage that,” he said.
    Oh, wow. There was that smile. That smile that killed her. Slayed her. Opened her right up, all the way down to her soul.
    She fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him to her for a long and bruising kiss that ended with her nipping at his lips. She put her mouth to his ear. “Tell me your guidelines.”
    “Later.” Now he backed her up to the bed, king-size and made up with a perfectly pressed spread and tons of extra pillows.
    She was on her back in another few seconds. He was on top of her after that, between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her clit through the layers of their clothes like he’d been born and made to fit her. He did not kiss her. He held his mouth just above hers, teasing her with his breath.
    When he pinned her hands above her head, grinding the bones of her wrists in his big hands, Simone cried out his name. He growled again at the sound of it. Her hips lifted. His hands slid behind her, finding the zipper of her dress with unerring ease.
    She was bared to him in seconds, having gone without a bra for the strapless dress, her lace panties stripped away as easily as the dress had been. Elliott pushed her knees apart and moved between them. His fingers traced her labia, then spread her open there, too.
    Simone arched, head tossing on his pillows. She gripped the sheets. She urged him on with her body and wordless, desperate moans. He didn’t put his mouth on her. He blew a puff of air over her swollen