Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

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СКАЧАТЬ he hadn’t spoken, Miranda could have fallen asleep with Simon stroking from her ribs to her hip, his warm mouth moving across her shoulder.

      She lifted her head and looked around her. ‘It helps me think to have everything in order. You’ve seen the rest of the house. If it’s not baby-proofed it’s baby-wrecked. What about your place?’

      ‘I live alone, and everything not still in storage came from Ikea. One day I’ll get motivated to put the rest of it together.’ He dropped another kiss closer to her ear where she was ticklish, and laughed at her shiver. ‘My walls are bare. How would you feel about a couple of commissions?’

      ‘What do you have in mind?’

      ‘Something big for my office, and a few smaller pieces for my bedroom. I have some old photos at home I could email you, and you can quote me a price.’

      ‘Don’t worry about the money. I already have the supplies, so, as long as you don’t mind yours taking longer than it normally does, I’ll do it for free, since you’ve been so nice to me.’

      ‘Oh, I’ve been very nice to you, but I don’t want it for free. Give me a discount for my incredible talents.’

      Miranda rubbed her palm over his hairy forearm as he walked his fingers over her belly. After a moment, she buried her face into the pillow. ‘That’s never happened before.’

      Rather than ask her to elaborate, Simon nipped her shoulder. ‘I figured as much. I made it a bit of a mission of mine tonight to get you squirting.’

      With a moan, Miranda squashed her face into the stuffing. His laughter surrounded her as he pulled her closer.

      ‘Are you actually getting shy on me?’

      ‘Yes. You do that so well – not talking dirty, but just saying what you’re thinking.’

      ‘In all fairness, I can’t think of anything else to talk about except your pussy,’ he purred, and slipped a finger between her thighs. She loosened up, enough to let him tease his finger at her drenched opening.

      For a moment she just enjoyed the invasion, and moaned softly as he went to the knuckle.

      ‘You can’t stay the night,’ she said quietly.

      He withdrew. ‘I wasn’t inviting myself.’

      ‘I’m just saying. You have to be out by three-ish.’ She flopped onto her back and giggled at the sly look on his face. ‘What’s that for?’

      ‘It’s barely ten-thirty. I can’t tell whether that statement suggests you have certain expectations about the next four hours.’

      ‘Maybe I do.’

      She wriggled and squirmed as he crawled on top of her. The kiss she offered him was stopped short by his grunt as she ran her hands over the sweet curve of his ass.

      Before he could draw her hands away as he had before, Miranda flattened her palms against his chest and pushed him up.

      ‘OK, that’s the third time you’ve chased me away from your ass. Do you have a tail or something?’

      He hovered over her and what seemed like a million excuses passed over his face before he resigned himself. ‘You might as well have a look.’

      For a moment she worried that he truly did have a tail, but when he knelt on the bed and turned around she saw that it was much simpler. Three nasty bruises marred what was otherwise a lovely round ass.

      She wondered how in the hell she had missed it when he’d climbed on top of her, but then supposed that with his cock in her mouth she probably would have missed a tail, too.

      ‘Jesus Christ, do you flog yourself after every orgasm?’

      ‘The flogging comes before the orgasm.’

      Miranda reached out, but this time he didn’t push her away. Muscle went taut, dimpling his ass as she ran her hand across the bluish-brown marks.

      ‘Why am I not surprised that you’re into something that kinky?’

      ‘Given our short but sordid history, I’d be alarmed if you felt faint at the thought.’

      She traced the outline of the mark, then pressed the outer edge. Simon flinched, but when she looked up at him his smile was back.

      ‘I’ve never done anything like that,’ she said.

      ‘Giving or receiving?’

      ‘Neither. Is that your thing? Being bossed around?’

      ‘I like all thirty-one flavours, so to speak.’

      ‘Fuck, I’ve only tried about five.’ She stretched, then squealed as he straddled her hips and pushed her arms down into the mattress. She made a half-hearted attempt to free herself, then resigned herself to being at his mercy at least for the next few minutes.

      ‘I have preferences. I like being spanked, but I can be just as turned on if I’m giving the right woman a red ass. The same with gender, I’ve been with both men and women, but I’d rather a woman under most circumstances.’ He dropped lower and with a purr teased her tongue with his, then spoke against her mouth. ‘I don’t feel particularly comfortable doing anything too intense with a baby under the same roof, but name the night and I’ll pick you up and take you to my place for a sampler.’

      Her head swam at the thought of what might be on the plate for one of his samplers, but he didn’t give her much time to think about it. She groaned as he lowered his head and licked around her nipple, still sore from where he had bitten her.

      ‘I’m not interested in being squeezed into your busy schedule of sexual escapades,’ she said.

      Laughter sputtered wet on her breast. ‘I don’t have a black book, if that’s what you’re suggesting. The blowjob was an impromptu thing, and as for getting my ass paddled, I paid for that.’

      While not very surprised by his kink, the admission that he had paid for it startled Miranda. It must have shown on her face, because he laughed and righted himself over her again.

      He looked shy all of a sudden, his expression turning so boyish so suddenly that she pressed her hand against his chest to comfort him.

      But Simon shook it off. ‘When I’m stressed out I need to burn it off fast, so I just make a call and step out for a while and pay for whatever I feel like. It’s not as sleazy as it sounds, and I’m not just picking names out of the adult personals. I have, I guess you could say, a network. Earlier today I felt like having my ass painted red. It’s more exciting than golf and healthier than smoking.’

      ‘My eyes have been opened,’ she murmured as he released his grip on her and ran his hands down her arms, ‘though I find some good-old oral sex does the trick to burn off stress.’

      ‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he reminded her as he cupped her tits and flicked his thumbnail over the crinkled tips. ‘Can I see you again?’

      ‘Sunday,’ she said, gasping over the СКАЧАТЬ