Going Too Far – Rosemary Beach Read Online Abbi Glines

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Understanding slowly crossed her expression. “I thought—I mean—I didn’t think …” She paused and licked her lips. “I thought that was a one-time thing.”

Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed her shorts and jerked them down, and she yelped, startled by the sudden movement. They fell down to her ankles, and I ran a finger along the lace of her white panties.

“I needed time to think,” I told her. “You fucked up my head.”

I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled hard once, ripping them loose and letting them fall down to the floor with her shorts. “I had just woken up, and my dick was hard, wanting to sink inside of you again. Women don’t get under my skin like that. It was new. Confusing. But I’ve had time to think it through.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

“I’m not sharing,” I warned her.

She didn’t say anything. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, and she squealed in surprise.

“Dean!” she said, hitting my back with her hands.

I stopped at the sofa, then put her back down. I sat on the sofa, grabbing her wrist and tossing her over my lap.

“Dean! You can’t be serious,” she said breathlessly.

She was excited. She couldn’t cover that up.

I ran my hands over her ass and back. She was trembling under my touch. I moved my hand up to her hair and then pulled it back until she was looking at me.

“Mine,” I repeated, then let her hair go and raised my hand for the first swat across her soft flesh.

She cried out, and I did the same thing to the other cheek. Both were a nice pink, and my dick throbbed. I took turns in slapping each side as her startled cries turned into moans. Pausing, I moved my hand between her legs to find her pussy soaking wet. Damn, she was perfect.

This time, she cried out my name as I shoved my fingers inside her. She’d taken her spanking, and now, I would make her come.

“You liked it. Naughty girl gets off on her ass getting spanked,” I said as I fingered her pussy.

She was panting and rocking against my hand.

“Fuck my fingers,” I said. “Come all over them.”

She said my name as she rocked faster against my hand.

“That’s it. Ride my hand like you’re gonna ride my cock tonight.”

She shouted my name as her body tensed and her warm entrance squeezed my fingers. I ran my other hand over her bare ass, caressing the pink flesh where my handprint still lingered. When she calmed, I moved her so she was cradled in my arms. She closed her eyes tightly, and I smiled at the look on her face.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she said.

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “It was hot. So damn hot that you’re forgiven. Now, go break the date. Tell Greg that you’re no longer available. Ever.”

“It’s Gavin,” she replied.

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s God. Call that shit off.” I softened the demand by pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She sighed against me. “Okay,” she agreed, and in that moment, all was right with the world.

twenty-eight

brielle

There were some things I didn’t know how to explain to my son. My choices today were one of them. He hadn’t asked me or even been upset at the change in plans. He’d been thrilled at getting to spend time with Dean again. I could hear the drums as I finished cleaning up our dinner. They’d gone in there after we ate pizza, which had been ordered from Cam’s favorite place and delivered to Dean’s penthouse.

I wiped down the table and loaded the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher but didn’t turn it on because there were no buttons. No controls at all. I wasn’t sure how to make it work. I’d ask Dean later. Unable to stay away any longer, I followed the sound of the music to Dean’s drum room.

He had left the door open to it, and I wondered if that was so I could hear them or he could hear me.

This afternoon hadn’t been what I expected from him. I had been preparing myself for him to leave town again, not for him to order me up to his penthouse and spank me. My face heated, and I bit my bottom lip at the memory.

I stopped just before I got to the door and peeked around the corner at them. Cam was sitting on the stool, and Dean was behind him, showing him something he was calling a riff. I’d heard Cam talk about that before. Cam was completely engrossed in all Dean was saying.

Had I never noticed how much he looked like his father when he was focused? It was unmistakable at the moment.

I stepped back and closed my eyes.


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