Simon's Plaything (reluctant cougar submits)

Don't sleep with your best friend's son. Nina was sure there was a rule book somewhere that said that. Yet she did, and liked it. In fact, she liked it so much she had lied to her friend and let the young man have his way with her until she couldn't say No to anything at all.

When her friend found out, would Nina have to choose or was she going to lose everything?

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Nina scrunched her nose at him. "I tried calling you."

"Battery's dead."

Nina felt her heart started to pound. She knew that tone, what those short sentences meant.

She didn't resist when he reached for her; his arms quick to wrap around her, his lips capturing hers, pressing her close to his warm chest. It was quick and hard for a second, and then feverish, almost needy, before she could catch her breath.

She felt her head starting to spin but Nina lifted her face to meet more of his kiss, tasting him, having her own fill of his lips, her hands clawing on his T-shirt to pulled him closer to her. Simon groaned, his hands slid down her curves and squeezed her softness, pushing his hardening erection against her thigh.

Nina staggered back and Simon was quick to catch her, his mouth pressing for more, relentless against her throbbing lips. Oh God, she missed this. His strong arms, his body hot against her, his lips, his mouth... Nina moaned softly when he squeezed her ass, letting his tongue sneak in and feast. It still mortified her how quick he could get her wet, her nipples hard under his palm, begging for his hot mouth to take them.

"Jesus," he hissed, placing a wet kiss on her neck. "Six days. Six fucking days."

Nina bit back a moan when his hands slid up under her skirt, her back pressed to the wall. "Simon..."

His mouth went back to hers, suckling deep as he spread her, his hardness all but pressed between her legs. She tried turning her head away but he eased the kiss before capturing her under another one, wet and heavy.

"Simon..." she whispered between hot lips and wet mouth. They were not alone and it was three in the fucking afternoon. "Simon... ah. Ah!"