Hero: William Moore. Pro Rugby player. His clean-cut farm boy image takes a hit when it comes out he likes to watch couples have sex.  Hires a roommate to keep him on the straight and narrow. Only…now he wants to watch her.

Heroine: Josey Kavanaugh. Vet student with no filter. Recently kicked out of her parent’s house for her own good. Agrees to help William go cold turkey except she likes the way he looks at her.

“I like cake,” I nuzzled her skin, placing a wet, biting kiss where her neck met her shoulder and placing her knees on the bed. Encouraging her to face me, I continued to kiss and lick and bite her neck, until the cake was forgotten. At some point, I must’ve placed it on the nightstand, my hands coming to her waist to hold her against me.

“You know what I like?” she whispered in my ear, biting the bottom of my earlobe. A shock wave shot down my neck, stopping my breath.

“What?” My words were more growl than voice.

Her hand came to my mine, dragging it from her waist and lowering it to the skirt covering her bottom. “Doggy style.”

Fire ignited at the base of my spine. A shudder racked my body as her backside filled my grip.

She leaned a little away, giving me a small, meaningful smile, completely free of vulnerability or doubt, and then turned until her bottom was against my groin. Josey recaptured my hands, bringing one under her shirt until it cupped her breast and the other under her skirt and into the waistband of her underwear.

“Touch me, Will.”

“Josey—”

“You seem frustrated. I don’t want you to be frustrated.” Her words were breathy, distracted like she was speaking her thoughts out loud.
“Use me. Use my body to make yourself feel good. I want you to.”

“Fuck.”

“Yesss.”

Both her breath and mine hitched as my fingers slipped into her, and found her wet. Unable to stop myself, I delved lower, deeper. She was slick and hot, and I felt her sex clench around my exploring finger.

“Fuck,” I said again, my forehead hitting the back of her neck. I’d never been this mindless before, this lost to a moment. Except last week. Except walking into her bathroom.

Her back arched and she pressed her generous breast into my hand, clenching her inner walls again as I slid my finger out. “Pinch the nipple, hard. And then pull.”

“Pinch it?”

“Do it,” she demanded.

Swallowing my uncertainty, I did as she instructed.

“Harder.” An edge of frustration entered her voice and she covered my hand between her thighs with her own, urging me to add another finger to my invasion and touch her deeper.

I breathed out, my lungs on fire now, my dick pressing insistently against her backside.

“What do you want, Will?” she asked, taking over at her breast and instructing my hand how to best pluck her nipple.

I groaned. I knew what I wanted. I could see it in my mind’s eye. But I didn’t know how to form the words.

“Tell me.” Her voice pitched higher as I found a rhythm she seemed to like, my fingers now soaked with her.

Again, she tightened her muscles around my index and middle finger, eliciting another instinctual groan from me.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it,” she turned her head towards mine, as though to capture my mouth. I sucked in a breath, greedy for a taste of her. Instead, she brushed a teasing kiss against my cheek.

When she leaned away, the words spilled out of me, “I want you.”

Josey gave me a saucy grin, reaching for my hands and pulling them away from her body. A protest died on my lips as she pulled her shirt over her head and our eyes met in the mirror mounted against the wall above the headboard. She then unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it, pulling her underwear off at the same time. Holding my reflected gaze, she bent forward, now on all fours, and spread her legs. “Take me.”

The Varlet and the Voyeur by Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway will be available for purchase June 14.

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