A-Hole to A-List (PR Girls & Instalove 1)

“Oh my God,” I laughed, “You’re old-fashioned. I knew there was something disturbing about you.”

Andrew rolled so that he was on top of me, caging me in as he kissed along the edge of my jaw. “That’s confidential, little PR girl,” he growled.

I loved that I was so comfortable with him now that I could just tap his arm, and he would move it out a little, giving me a few more inches of space under him.

“Well, I suppose since you’re still technically my client, I need to keep your dirty laundry buried.”

“Absolutely.” He shifted, spreading my legs with his knee. “Right now, I need to bury something inside my gorgeous fiancee.”

Although we had never had sex in his games room before, he pulled a condom from a drawer in the side table. How prepared of him. Sweet.

“I’ve been keeping a terrible secret from you,” I said softly. “But now that I’m officially your fiancée, I should confess.”

Andrew pulled my t-shirt over my head, then yanked off my bra, burying his mouth in my breasts before mumbling, “What is it?”

“I went on the pill last month. It should be working fine by now.”

“I love that you’re so smart,” he groaned, pulling off my skirt and underwear at the same time, while lightly grazing his teeth across my nipple.

I loved the way he took control of me, while always watching for my approval. “Get naked,” I laughed, trying to unbutton his shirt, but he was moving too fast.

“Yes, dear.” He stood up and tore his clothing off, spreading over me on the soft couch. His lips crashed down onto mine, overtaking me completely as he devoured my mouth.

The slight woodsy scent of his shampoo mixed with the warm scent of hot man made me whimper with desire.

Andrew’s tongue touched mine, exploring my mouth gently as he shifted his weight, grinding his erection against my stomach. I loved it when so much of our skin was touching, making me feel grounded, and unbelievably close to him.

Without breaking our kiss, he reached down to slip his fingers between my thighs, tickling and caressing. As his thick finger slipped between my lips, I gasped.

“I love that you’re always so wet for me,” he murmured.

I couldn’t express how badly I needed him, every single time. My hands tugged restlessly at his hair as my hips began to shimmy, trying to pull him into position.

“Is this what you want, gorgeous?” he asked, running his shaft between my folds, caressing me so gently it almost made me feel ticklish.

“Please don’t tease me,” I whispered, wiggling my hips as I tried to push against him.

Andrew plunged his finger inside me, making me squeal with delight, before replacing it with the tip of his cock. He felt almost painfully hard, and thicker than usual as he slowly slid in.

Placing my legs around his hips, I opened myself to him completely. He began to move in and out almost lazily, taking his time. His gentle touch always took my breath away.

He filled me so completely. Not just my body, but my entire life, and we kept getting closer every day.

Looking up, Andrew’s eyes were glazed as he stared at me. “Damn, baby, you feel so soft and wet without the condom. I’m never wearing those things again, and I don’t care how many kids we have.”

The feeling of his bare flesh moving inside me was making me lose control. His steady pace wavered, his thrusts becoming deeper and erratic.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Harder, please.”

“I love it when you beg for me,” he growled, his animal instinct taking over as he ground into me faster.

Suddenly he grabbed me, sitting up so that I straddled him. We’d tried this position before, but now I was bold enough to lean forward, grinding my clit against him precisely where I needed it, while I gripped his shoulders tightly.

“My sexy girl,” he murmured. “That’s it, let me feel you.”

My body took over, my thighs clenching as I slammed down onto him, chasing that edge that was so very close. His strong fingers gripped my hips, thrusting up into me frantically as his eyes blazed with lust.

“You’re so perfect, Jenna,” he groaned, gripping my hips roughly as he rocked against me. “My sexy fiancée.”