Jane O'Reilly - Indecent...Proposal

‘I’m coming,’ he said. ‘I’m coming so hard.’

His fingers dug into my leg as he slammed into me, fast and deep. I rode out his orgasm with one of my own, sharp enough to make me silent, which was a pity, though I tried not to feel too put out. It had been a long time since I’d come with anyone but Victoria or Paul, and it was good to know that while my heart might be broken, my pussy certainly wasn’t.

It was about that time that the door opened and the light flicked on, and Scott Smithson walked into the room.

Chapter Two Contents Cover Blurb Amber’s not the bride, but at this wedding she’s willing to say ‘I Do’ to almost anything… Amber is a sexual adventurer. But at the wedding of two of her friends with benefits , she feels a little down. Cheering herself up with a quickie against a wall with one of the ushers, she’s caught in the act by her best friend’s handsome but uptight brother Scott – giving her a real taste for mischief. Amber knows Scott wants her – and she tempts him into sexual explorations beyond his wildest dreams. But then Scott turns the tables, demanding something of her that’s way beyond her comfort zone. Something that frightens her. Amber likes being tied up… but can she be tied down? Book List Title Page Indecent…Proposal Jane O’Reilly Copyright Author Bio JANE O’REILLY started writing as an antidote to kids’ TV when her youngest child was a baby. Her first novel was set in her old school and involved a ghost and lots of death. It’s unpublished, which is probably for the best. Then she wrote a romance, and that, as they say, was that. She lives near London with her husband and two children. Find her at www.janeoreilly.com where you can sign up for her newsletter, on Twitter as @janeoreilly and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/janeoreillyauthor Dedication For Patrick Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue Endpages Конец ознакомительного фрагмента. Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес». Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес. Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом. About the Publisher

So that’s how I ended up where I am now, pinned to the wall by the cock of a man I don’t know, with Scott Smithson, a man I most certainly do know, staring at me in that judgemental way of his. ‘Scott,’ I say, blowing the hair out of my eyes as I fight to get my breath back. ‘Do you mind? I’m a little busy here.’

I stay where I am, with my dress around my waist and my tits exposed and a still hard cock buried in my pussy. I would move, but my legs aren’t steady and my new friend doesn’t seem in any hurry to pull out.

‘I can see that,’ says Scott, his voice low and angry. ‘Fortunately, the disco was loud enough to block out most of the noise.’

‘That’s disappointing,’ I reply, letting my leg slide to the floor. Two feet are definitely better than one, and I need two right now. You see, Scott Smithson is my best friend’s brother. We don’t particularly like each other. Never have, if I’m honest. It’s hard to like someone who thinks that they’re perfect and treats everyone else like an inferior species. ‘If you came here to lecture me, can you get on with it? I feel like a dance. How about you?’ I glance at my companion. He catches my eye for a second, then pulls out of me, quickly turning so that his back is to Scott. Fine. I’ll let him have that one. I wouldn’t want to deal with a used condom with an audience either.

‘You’re the maid of honour,’ says Scott. ‘You’re supposed to be supporting the bride, not screwing one of the guests.’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I reply. ‘I thought it was traditional for the bridesmaids to get laid at the wedding. Or does that only apply to the best man?’

I run my hands over my hair, which is sticky with hairspray. ‘Come to think of it,’ I continue, ‘the best man has been looking down my dress all day. Maybe I’ll go and find him, see if he fancies a blowjob.’

‘The best man is married,’ Scott says coldly. ‘I refuse to believe even you would stoop that low, Amber.’

‘What’s up?’ I taunt him. ‘Jealous?’ I put my hands on my dress and am about to pull it up when I catch sight of something that makes me pause, something so unexpected that it takes a moment to accept that it’s happening.

Scott Smithson is staring at my exposed breasts. His blue eyes are dark, and there’s a flush highlighting the sharp line of his cheekbones.

It’s the same reaction I’ve had since I grew them at fifteen. But I’ve never seen it from Scott Smithson. I find myself watching him, curiosity swelling inside me. This is something new, something unexpected, and it seems all the champagne I’ve drunk has made me reckless. ‘Are you looking at my tits, Scott?’ He swallows as I smooth my hands over the curve of my breasts, then test the weight of them. They’re heavy, too big for my hands. ‘Like what you see?’

He says nothing. He doesn’t need to.

I move closer. ‘You can leave, you know. The door is right there.’

But he doesn’t. I catch a nipple between my fingers and play with it, then I lift my breast to my mouth and tease it with my tongue. Despite all the champagne I’ve drunk, I feel suddenly very steady and in control, and I like it. Scott doesn’t look in control, though.

‘The door,’ I say again, watching as his hands clench into fists at his sides and his chest heaves as he sucks in air. I take another step towards him. I wonder what he will do if I get close enough for him to touch me. I wonder if I want him to touch me, and I’m surprised to discover that I definitely don’t not want him to. The thought of his hands on my flesh is astonishingly delicious, especially given the situation we’re in.

But before I can get that close, Scott does what I’ve been telling him to do. He swiftly turns away from me, slamming the door closed behind him. The bang makes me jump, makes my heart thump hard in my chest.

‘A friend of yours?’ The voice comes from behind me. Lucas. I’d almost forgotten he was there. I turn back to look at him.

‘Not exactly,’ I say. ‘More of a pain in the arse.’

‘More fool him,’ says Lucas, with a slow, easy smile. It’s the sort of smile that should undo me, that should have me taking him back to my place, but I can’t get the image of Scott Smithson out of my head. He looked devastatingly attractive, with his evening shirt fitting snugly across his shoulders, that dark hair and those light blue eyes. He always looks devastatingly attractive, and it has always made him all the more annoying, because I’d rather he didn’t have any positive qualities at all.

‘Thanks for the fuck,’ I say to Lucas, as I tug my dress back in place and then head for the door, kicking my skirts out of the way as they tangle with my heels. ‘It was fun.’

‘Any time,’ he says, tucking his hands into his pockets with the resignation of a man who knows he’s just been knocked back, but isn’t too hurt by it.

Then I open the door and stumble out into the corridor. To my left are the double doors that lead back to the reception. Music is filtering through the gap, the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing . What a cliché. In the other direction, I spy the broad shoulders and long strides of Scott Smithson. I’m slow in my heels, but I’m determined. ‘Scott!’ I yell. ‘Hang on a minute.’