Page 26 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

Ignoring her unease, I reach back and lock the door behind me, the sound of the click echoing through the now-silent bookstore. The warm, dim lighting casts long shadows across the room, highlighting the rows of bookshelves that seem too close in around us as I step closer.

“Oliver Moore?” I say, my tone low and probing, eyes narrowing as I watch her reaction.

Her eyes widen, a flicker of fear or maybe guilt crossing her face before she quickly lowers her gaze to the floor. “What about him?” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

I smirk, a dark amusement curling at the edges of my lips. “That’s how you wanna play it? Okay.”

I take another step toward her, and she instinctively backs up until her body presses against a bookshelf, the spines of the books digging into her back. The smell of old paper and leather fills the air, mixing with the scent of her perfume—something light and floral. The tension between us is electric, crackling in the small space.

Reaching out, I sink my fingers into her silky hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t resist. My knee pushes between her legs, parting them slightly, and I can feel the heat of her body even through the layers of our clothes. Without a word, I lower my mouth to hers, claiming her lips with a fierce, possessive hunger.

The moment our tongues meet, a shiver runs through both of us, and we let out simultaneous moans that seem impossibly loud in the quiet, intimate atmosphere of the bookstore. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment.

She’s wearing a blue sundress and when I rub my knee against her center, I know damn well she can feel it. Another moan, louder and deeper, escapes her as I push my knee harder against her.

I break the kiss, keeping my hold on her hair as I search her eyes. “I promised to help you and no one will stand in my way of doing that.”

“Tripp,” she whispers.

I remove my hands from her hair and slide them down her body, grabbing the bottom of her dress. “I’m going to take this off of you. I’m going to touch you with my hands and taste you with my mouth. I’m going to make you come again, understood, little bunny?”

She nods and I grin as I lift her dress over her head, tossing it behind me. I take a moment to study her incredible body. Her tits nearly spill out of her white-lacy bra, which does nothing to hide her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her tiny waist and curvy hips turn me on. Her slender legs have me begging to be between them. Her skin is like porcelain and damn if I don’t want to break it.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say, leaning forward and tugging her nipple between my teeth.

“Oh God!”

I pull the cups of her bra down and her tits spill out. Fuck, they’re the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. Perfect hard pink nipples and more than a handful for me to enjoy. I give them the attention they deserve. Sucking, biting, licking, kissing. She’s moaning above me, holding onto my shoulders as I continue.

“Tripp,” she whispers.

A grin hits my lips as I look up at her. “Your tits are flawless, pure perfection. Does it feel good, little bunny? Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

She swallows nervously, biting her plump bottom lip. “Yes.”

I pinch her nipples while staring at her. “Are you dripping wet for me?”

“Tripp, please,” she moans, dropping her head back and hitting the bookshelf.

“Oh little bunny, hearing you beg me might just be the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.” I pinch her nipples again and grin. “Tell me what you’re begging for.”

She lifts her head and locks her eyes with mine before dropping her gaze. “I can’t,” she whispers.

I stand to full height and lift her chin with my fingers, getting her attention back on me. “This is part of letting go. Your shyness is fucking sexy, but I know you’re a bad girl, Millie. I know you want to be able to say the thoughts that are swirling in your head. Those dirty, naughty thoughts. You want me to make you come, right? That’s what you’re begging for, isn’t it?”

Her eyes search mine as she pokes out her tongue to wet her lips. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Say it. Tell me to make you come.” She needs to relax in order to orgasm and she can’t relax if she’s nervous about asking for what she wants. “You need to be able to voice your thoughts without worry and judgment. With me you’re safe, Millie. With me you never need to worry about being judged. Hearing you beg me to make you come, it only makes me want it even more. It’s a turn on. It’s fucking sexy as hell. So do it, be the naughty girl you want to be.”

Her breathing is rapid as she stares into my soul unlike anyone has ever done. It’s almost my undoing, but I won’t break her rule, as much as I want to right now.

“Make me come, Tripp,” she whispers.

“Fuck, that’s it, you dirty girl.”

I slide down her body, hooking my fingers into her panties as I get to my knees. I pull her panties off and her bare, wet pussy is right in my face.

“Watch me,” I demand, pushing her legs wide apart. Her eyes lock on mine and I grin. “Good girl.”

Let’s see how much this little bunny can take.