The Bet (Winslow Brothers 1)

Sophie giggles in disbelief the entire way up, but when I manage to unlock her apartment door and set her to her feet, those giggles of hers change to moans.

All thanks to the fact that my lips are on hers, kissing the hell out of her.

My suit jacket and her purse hit the hardwood floor of her still-dark apartment just as I kick the door shut with my foot. And in no time at all, I have her back pressed against the wall, and her hands are in my hair.

Fuck, she tastes good, and the sheer idea that her red lipstick is now smeared all over my face turns me the hell on. It also makes me desperate to kiss her somewhere else.

So, I do exactly what Jude Winslow does when he wants something—I fucking go for it.

To my knees, I kneel down in front of her, and she stares at me with wide, shocked eyes.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Kissing you.” I grin as I lift one of her thighs over my shoulder. The change in position is downright delectable, giving me a delicious view of her bare pussy.

I lick my lips and slide her dress all the way up and over her ass until she’s completely nude from the waist down. “Now that’s a fucking view if I ever saw one.”

Between one breath and the next, my mouth is on her. And the instant my tongue sneaks out to flick against her clit, Sophie’s fingers are in my hair, tugging tightly at the strands as her hips jolt forward to push her pussy harder against my face.

Yes please, baby.

She is a delicacy against my lips, and when I slide my tongue inside her, she clenches around me in the sexiest way that makes my cock stir beneath my zipper.

Fuck. I need to be inside her.

Soon. Not yet. But soon.

I suck and eat at her needy flesh, and every time another moan spills from her lips, I look up and am blessed with the sight of her exquisite tits bouncing with each panting breath that glides from her lungs.

And when her skin starts to flush red, showing me she’s close, I stop and rise to my feet.

Sophie looks at me with dazed, disappointed eyes, but I know that in about two seconds, she’ll understand why I had to press pause on her pleasure.

Pants unzipped and condom out of my back pocket, I pull my hard cock from my boxer briefs and slide the rubber down my length.

But I don’t take off my pants or shoes. Fuck no. I don’t have the patience or time to waste.

I need to be inside her. Now.

Sophie back in my arms and her legs spread around my hips, I push myself inside her entrance, and once I’m seated to the hilt, I have to clench my jaw because of how intense it feels to have her wrapped around me.

Tight. Wet. Warm. Fucking heaven. Just like the first two nights.

In that moment, I’m certain I could fuck Sophie Sage a million times and never have enough.

It’s also the reason this won’t be the only time I’m inside her tonight or anytime soon. She’s greedy and needy, and fucking her fills me with a satisfaction no amount of sleep ever could.

“First, I’m going to fuck you right here,” I whisper against her lips as I thrust deeper inside her. “And then, once you come on my cock, I’m going to take you right over there to the couch and make you come again.”

Sophie moans.

“Tonight, I’m going to make you come on as many goddamn surfaces of your apartment as I can.”

“Yes, please,” she whispers just before her mouth sucks at the skin of my neck.

Man oh man, I was definitely right when I said tonight was going to be a good night…

One for the damn record books.

Saturday, March 17th

Sophie

A rush of cold air jolts me out of unconsciousness, and I open my eyes to find what I think is a blurry vision of my sister standing above me.

What the heck is happening?

“Holy boobs and beaver, you’re naked!” Belle shouts so loud that I jerk to a sitting position, all haziness of sleep gone, and grab at the comforter to pull it up to my chest. “Sophie, you sleep in the freaking buff?!”

“What?” I question, blinking several times to clear the jumbled hysteria from my mind. Eventually, the situation becomes evident. I’m in my own bed and, yes, I am naked. I’m also, other than my obnoxiously loud sister, very much alone.

Which is not how I entered this bed last night.

Club Craze. Jude. Private VIP room. Taxi ride. My place.

Jude naked.

Me naked.

Hot sex. All over my apartment.

“I didn’t know you slept in the damn nude!” Belle keeps shouting, but this time, her words are followed by the kind of cackles that feel like a cheese grater to my nerves.