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Bonus scene—Preparing for the book club discussion
Ryder
“I think we should go back over the book before we go to book club.”
We’re lying in bed, the girls are asleep, and I just finished reading to Kira a couple of chapters of the book we’re currently reading.
“Why?” I ask, confused.
“I’m afraid we’ll get there, and because we’ve already moved on to the next book, we’ll forget the details in the book we’re there to discuss.”
“Okay.” I reach over and grab the book. “What do you want to go over?”
She takes the book from me and starts to flip through the pages. While she does that, I look at her. Tonight, she’s wearing tiny cotton shorts and a tight-fitting tank top. Her nipples are poking through the thin material, and it takes everything in me not to lean over and suck on them through the cotton.
She was hot earlier, so the blankets are off, showing off her smooth, tanned legs.
I reach over and run my hand along the outside of her calf and up her thigh, but before I can get under her shorts, she looks up and says, “Here. Read this scene.”
I look down at the book and find it’s in the middle of a chapter. “Right here?” I clarify.
“Yep, I think it’s a scene worth remembering.”
She looks like she’s holding back a smile, but I don’t understand why until I start to read the scene out loud.
“Desperate to get more out of him, I reach down and try to undo his pants, but he backs up slightly and shakes his head. When I pout in frustration, he smirks.
“‘Let me enjoy my dessert, Dash.’ ”
I glance up at Kira and find her looking at me, her pupils already dilated with lust.
“He drops back onto his knees and spreads my legs. He runs his finger along my folds, teasing and playing. I want to yell that adults don’t play with their damn food and to eat me already, but then his tongue lands on me, and the back of my head hits the mirror as my eyes roll upward.”
I look back up at her again, only this time, she’s lying on her back, naked, with her legs spread. She glances up at me through her lashes while she runs a finger through her folds, just like it says in the book.
“I think I’m supposed to be the one doing that,” I point out.
“So, do it,” she murmurs, pushing two of her own fingers into her pussy. “But first, you have to read to find out what exactly he does.”
“He pushes my thighs wider, and his wet tongue runs up my center, lapping at my juices until he gets to my clit. Then, all his attention stays on it, licking, laving, flicking my clit until my climax overtakes me. My legs shake, and my overly sensitive clit throbs …”
I set the book down, making sure it’s still open to the page I was reading and do exactly what the hero in the book does.
Situating myself between her legs, I remove her fingers from inside her and then spread them myself. I run my tongue up the center, inhaling her sweet scent. I stop at her clit and nibble on it playfully, making her moan in pleasure.
“You like when I eat you?” I ask, already knowing the answer but also knowing my girl loves dirty talk.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Play with your nipples, baby,” I tell her and then go back to eating her pussy.
Using my tongue, I massage her clit just how she likes it until she’s screaming out my name as she comes all over my mouth.
While she’s coming down from her orgasm, I sit up and grab the book, finding the paragraph I left off on.
“‘I knew it,’ he says, standing. ‘I knew I remembered you tasting this fucking good.’
“His mouth brushes against mine for a quick kiss. No tongue is used, but I can still taste myself on his lips.
“When he pulls back, he’s grinning. ‘Good, right?’”
I look up at her from the book and then lean over and brush my lips against hers. “I don’t need to ask,” I say with a smirk. “I already know you prefer the taste of my cum to your juices.”
Kira chokes out a laugh. “I do,” she admits. “But I do like the fact that my juices are all over your lips.”
She runs her tongue along my bottom lip and then murmurs against my mouth, “Keep reading. We need to know the details for book club.”
Fuck, I love this game.
“‘My turn.’ I push him back and hop off the dresser, dropping to my knees.
“I quickly unbutton his jeans and tug them, along with his boxer briefs, down his legs. His dick springs forward, and I take a moment to appreciate it. It’s long and thick and neatly trimmed.”
I stop reading when I feel the bed shift. Kira pushes me onto my back and tugs my boxers down, and my hard cock springs up.
“Mmm,” she says. “You’re just like the hero in the book. Long, thick, and neatly trimmed.” She gives my head a kiss and then says, “Keep reading.”
“Seriously?” I chuckle. “You want me to try to read while you suck my dick?”
“How will I know the details? Keep reading, or I can’t continue.”
I take a deep breath and shake my head, loving and hating this game.
“Unable to wait a second longer, I lift his dick so it’s lying flat against his belly and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft …” I choke out the last words, unable to finish the sentence because just like the scene in the book, Kira is running her warm, wet tongue along the underside of my shaft.
“Keep reading,” she reminds me.
“… until I get to the mushroom head. I do that again and again, licking him like my own personal ice cream cone. When he’s hard as steel, I flick my tongue across the tip, tasting the pre-cum, then take him all the way into my mouth.”
Kira mimics the scene, deep-throating me like she was made to swallow my cock.
“Fuck, baby.” I reach out and fist her hair, forcing her head up. “I need you to stop, or I’m going to end up coming down your throat.”
“Is that how the scene ends?” she asks, batting her lashes.
“Don’t fucking remember,” I say, flinging the paperback to the side.
“Ryder! How are we going to know how it ends?”
“I don’t give a fuck how it ends.” Reaching over, I grab her hips and flip us so she’s under me. “We’re about to write our own ending.”
Without giving her a chance to argue, I lift her legs over my shoulders and thrust into her so hard and deep that we both groan as I bottom out.
We’re both so turned on that it doesn’t take long for either of us to find our release.
When I pull out, watching our mixed juices leak out of her, she says, “Well, at least we know that scene for the book club discussion.”
“Yeah,” I agree, “but I think we should read a few more scenes, just to be sure.”
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Bonus scene—After Ryder and Kira’s engagement party
Kira
“Did you have a good day?”
I glance at Ryder in the mirror as I take off the jewelry I wore today. “It was perfect.”
I set the earrings in the jewelry dish and then turn around. “If accounting doesn’t work out for you, you could always get a job as an event coordinator.”
Ryder chuckles. “I think I’m good, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
After my divorce was official, Ryder suggested we throw a party to celebrate our engagement. After telling him I’d have no idea how to do that or who to invite, he said he’d take care of it. And he did.
When I showed up at the beautiful botanical garden, I was blown away by the gorgeous decorations, delicious food and drinks, and the intimacy of the guest list. It only included our close family and friends as well as the girls. I was worried they would be bored, but in the corner, there was an art station for the kids with someone there to help them do arts and crafts.
After we had lunch, Ryder gave a speech about us, and then he once again asked me to marry him, saying that it didn’t count because our family and friends weren’t there last time.
“I have something for you,” Ryder says, and it’s then I notice a yellow envelope in his hand.
“What’s that?”
“Your contract.”
He pulls it out of the envelope, and I see the original contract I signed several months ago.
“It was for ninety days,” I point out. “It’s no longer good.”
Ryder chuckles. “That’s true.”
He rips it up and tosses it onto the dresser.
“Since it’s no longer good, I had a new one prepared.” He pulls another stack of papers out of the envelope and hands them to me.
When I read the heading, I glance up at him. “A marital contract?” I ask. “Is this like a prenup?” I know it’s not the marriage application since we can’t pick that up until ninety days before we get married.
“Read it,” he says.
I go over to the bed and have a seat, a bit nervous about what it says. Not that I have any problem with signing a prenuptial agreement. I already offered to sign one, and he told me that wasn’t happening.
When I pointed out that Nora had, he said, “That’s because I knew we weren’t forever.”
And when I told him I wanted to make sure he was protected, he replied with, “If you ever left me, you could have whatever you want, Kira. There’s a lot of people I need protection from due to my money and name, but you aren’t one of them.”
So, I think my nerves are because I wasn’t expecting this, and normally, Ryder and I discuss everything.
The contract is worded formally, but as soon as I read the first few lines, I know there’s no way this is real.
“You want me to agree that, every day, I have to kiss you before you leave for work?” I ask with a laugh.
“And every night when I get home,” he adds seriously.
I read the next part, and my heart swells.
Under no circumstances may either party go to bed upset. If this should occur, both parties must be willing to discuss solutions to the problem.
“Ryder,” I whisper, “what is all this?”
“It’s our new contract,” he says with a soft smile. “With all the terms and agreements written out so there are no misunderstandings.”
“It says here that you have to take me on weekly dates and away every three months,” I say. “And I have to make you brownies once a week?” I choke out a laugh.
“Damn right,” Ryder says. “Your brownies are a necessity.”
“And what happens if I don’t follow one of these rules?” I ask. “What if I refuse to make you brownies?”
Ryder turns to the next page and points. “There are consequences.”
I glance at the contract and read the first one. “Oh my God!” I cackle. “You’re going to spank me? Where did you get this from? The book we read last month for book club?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Ryder chuckles. “The point is”—he grabs the contract and sets it aside, then pushes me onto my back—“if you don’t obey, there will be consequences.” He climbs between my legs and brushes his lips along my flesh.
“And what about you?” I ask through a moan as he nibbles on my earlobe. “What happens when you don’t follow the rules? Can I spank you?”
Ryder huffs out a laugh. “I have different consequences,” he says.
“Like what?”
“Like …” He runs his tongue along my jawline and then murmurs against my lips, “If I don’t give you an orgasm at least three times a week, I have to pay for a spa day.”
“Mmm, that could be fun. But I think I’d prefer to spank you.”
Ryder shakes his head and chuckles and then kisses me with such passion that I momentarily feel dizzy.
“I love you more than all the stars in the sky,” he says against my mouth, sending butterflies straight to my belly. “And I can’t wait to show you exactly what that looks like.”