Page 17 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
“You really are, princess.” His beard rasps along my cheek when he lightly kisses the edge of my jaw, bringing his large hands to my waist and down to grip my hips. With his jeans open at the fly, I can feel the ridge of his hardening cock against my belly.
Well, that’s one way to take a man’s thoughts off his father’s disappointment.
“Hello?” a woman says with a knock on the door, making me jump.
Conrad groans, grinding against my stomach as he scrunches the material of my dress up. “Just a minute!”
“Conrad?” The woman knocks again.
“Is that Alisa?” I ask Conrad with a whisper as I push my hands into his hair, pulling him closer as he draws the hem of my dress higher.
“Yes,” he answers with irritation.
Alisa knocks harder on the door.
“Just a minute!” I say before Conrad has a chance to, my lower thighs now exposed to the cool draft of the A/C.
“Mirabeth?” Alisa asks.
“Yup!” I answer, arching my back when Conrad kisses the spot on my neck just below my ear. “Conrad,” I moan, intentionally loud for Alisa’s benefit.
“Are y’all…what are y’all doing?” Alisa asks, her heels shifting on the hardwood on the other side of the door.
“Hey, Alisa? We could really use some privacy, thanks,” I say curtly.
“But…there’s a line for the other bathroom, and I really need to go,” she says, and I can hear the wince in her voice.
Conrad lets my dress fall when he removes his hands and steps back, breathing hard as he stares at me with a hungry look, his hair a mess. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
No kidding. I’ve never felt so out of control as when he has his hands on me.
My core clenches, and it’s only then I realize how close I just came to letting him fuck me in the bathroom of his mom’s house with a massive crowd of people waiting just outside the doorwhere everyone would be able to hear us. Oh, and also thatI’m not on birth control yet, and he’s already destroyed my pussy.
Suddenly grateful for the interruption, I wait until I no longer inadvisably want to jump Conrad’s bones, then finally move to open the door. “All yours,” I say to Alisa, who isn’t looking at me but at Conrad over my shoulder…the same as Brad does, standing behind Alisa.
I reach for Conrad’s hand behind me when we exit the bathroom. Intending to turn left toward the kitchen, Conrad crowds me to the right, making me nearly trip over my feet into a guest bedroom at the end of the hall.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he closes and locks the door.
“I can’t go out there until this goes away,” he says, motioning to the still hard bulge behind his unzipped jeans. He gives me his back and slides his hands through his hair. “Can you just…walk away.”
“Walk away where?” I ask, studying the beautifully carved ocean waves on the fancy wooden full-sized bed, dresser, and nightstand. “I can leave, if you want.”
“No.”
“All right…” I say slowly and take a seat on the end of the bed, the headboard positioned beneath the wide window on the back wall. “Can I at least have your phone?” I ask when I grow bored as the minutes drag on, having accidentally left mine in my purse in the car.
“Sure,” he says, finally turning around, his hand hovering midair when he reaches for his phone in his back pocket. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“You.”
“Huh?”
“I need you, princess,” he says, springing forward and pushing me back on the bed. He looks like a wild animal, readyto eat me like he did last night, and oh, how I want him to, when he shoves his jeans down to reveal his massive cock.
“We can’t!” I squeal, even as my blood starts running hot again when he wrestles the hem of my dress up to my waist.
