The Engagement Gift An After Dark Standalone Romance - Lauren Blakely Page 0,4

give them to her. “What do you get off to, you naughty vixen? What makes you scream in pleasure when you’re being a bad girl, home alone, trying to tempt officers?”

“I get off to . . . student-teacher fantasies,” she said.

I shuddered inside her. We’d done the student-teacher one a few weeks ago, and it had been electric. She’d earned a D on a test and had gotten on her hands and knees, begging me to change it.

Like a good and filthy professor, I’d told her to suck me so hard I saw stars and then I might—might—raise her grade. I saw planets when she deep-throated me, and I gave her an A-plus. Then I’d given her extra credit by eating her sweetness on the desk—aka our kitchen table.

“I want more. Tell me more. What do you picture when you’re all alone?” My hips moved at a relentless pace, my fingers sliding between her legs, playing with her.

“Officer, I’m turned on by . . .” She paused like she’d been on the cusp of saying something, but then she course-corrected. “. . . doctor-patient games,” she blurted.

I wanted more. Needed more. “Then you’ll get them. But I need to know—what else makes you hot and wet and horny? Do you want to be spanked? Paddled? Your hair pulled?” I grabbed the sweet flesh of her ass, gripping her. “Taken so goddamn hard and rough I leave marks?”

The sound she made was animalistic. A groan seemed to rip from deep inside her. “Put me on my knees, Officer. Put me on my knees. Push me down. Play with me.”

Yes.

Hell yes.

I knew what she wanted when she used that word.

I pulled out, banding an arm around her waist as I brought her to the carpeted floor, her wrists still cuffed.

She sank down on her elbows, beautifully bound, and lifted her ass for me. I pushed back inside, then played with her till my fingers were coated in her wetness. As I thrust in her, keeping the pace she needed, I traveled to her ass. Her lush, ripe ass that I loved to fill. That she loved to have filled.

Tonight, though, was for teasing. I’d lose my mind if I took her ass. And I needed all my focus on the objective, so I ran my finger against her back entrance, and she moaned even louder. “Officer, yes. Please. Play with me.”

I pushed my finger inside, knuckle deep, and her back bowed. “You like that, don’t you?”

“I do,” she panted. “It gets me so wet.”

She was close. I had to get her there. Get her to admit her deepest fantasy.

Even while fighting off my own release.

Because holy hell.

Pleasure stoked inside me, restless, relentless pleasure. But I held back, growling in her ear. “Tell me what gets you the hottest. Tell me what you want the most.”

She cried out the words “I want . . .” and I tensed, hoping she’d say it.

But her next word was “you” as she keened, breaking, coming all over me.

The thing was, I knew her answer was true. But it also wasn’t all true.

I’d seen her browser history. I knew what she liked.

But I wanted her to tell me so I could give it to her.

She had to confess she wanted two men inside her at the same time before I’d bring someone in.

3

Lily

In retrospect, perhaps I should have said something in the heat of the moment. I was certainly tempted. The words were on the tip of my tongue.

I want a threesome.

The thing was, I’d lost someone I loved before. Not because I’d confessed fantasies of double penetration. Please.

But even so, the pain of loss was not new to me, and I didn’t want to scare away the man I loved madly by confessing something that didn’t need to be confessed.

“Sometimes you can say too much. Sometimes a fantasy is just a fantasy,” I explained to Kate as I sank down in a leather chair in the coffee shop near the office. I gripped my latte, having given her the SparkNotes version of last night. “And in the end, I said nothing. I don’t want to overstep.”

“Right, but are you comparing apples to orangutans?” Kate asked before taking a drink of her tea.

I laughed. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”

She leaned forward and tapped my knee emphatically. “Nor is it a thing that just because you lost someone you loved in a car accident—which admittedly is a horrible thing to go through—you’ll lose your fiancé because you