Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“Five minutes, Clay,” he says, jerking the buttons free until I feel the
bodice loosen and slide down my torso. “How much damage can I do in five
minutes?”
He covers my lips again and grinds into me, the twenty-four-hour scruff
on his chin poking my face and lips. I scale my hands up his chest, his
muscles tight and thick under his shirt, and I dive into his mouth deeper,
waiting for the pulse between my thighs to need what he’s doing. To like it.
I’m tired of not fucking around like everyone else. I want my own guy.
I want someone touching me.
I want to search him out for more and not be able to control myself when
we’re together.
He forces my head back and kisses my neck, sucking and biting as he
grips my ass and rolls his hips against my panties over and over again.
And I feel it. I freeze for a moment, the pulse on my clit starting to pump
as the lace of Liv’s panties rubs so good against my nub.
Heat spreads as I grow wet, and slowly, I close my eyes and let my arms
fall away from his body. They hang at my side, images flashing like lightning
behind my lids. So quick. So hot.
Skin. Wet skin. And her face is on fire, glowing and golden and covered
with my mouth.
I moan, slipping my hand down her panties that I wear, rubbing my
smooth skin and dipping my fingers inside and wanting her to watch me. To
make her want me and make her happy.
“Goddamn, Clay,” Callum growls, and he’s stopped kissing me. I think
he’s watching.
But after a moment, lips land on me again, and I kiss so slow and gentle.
With my tongue taunting and savoring her. Not him.
“Come home with me,” he whispers in my ear. “Neither one of us can
stop this.”
My orgasm crests, and tears fill my eyes, grateful and gutted. I can come
with him. Now I know how.
But God… What the hell is going on in my head?
I hear something and open my eyes, seeing Liv through the crack in the
curtain. It lays open six inches, and she stands there, a stack of shoe boxes
next to her on the table as she stares at us.
Her gaze falls, and I know she sees her underwear. She sees Callum
Ames with his hands all over them, and I can’t help the pleasure I feel in my