Free Chasing Emily [Duoterra 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jennifer Denys Page B

her now. He wondered if it was just from touching her or him dominating her. Was Emily the sort of woman who needed a strong hand? He was fast becoming aware that she loved sex so much she could be calmed from her quick temper by some strategic placing of his hands on her body.
    Her hands grabbed hold of his hair tightly, and her words proved his theory. “Jesus, Finn, you have a wicked tongue.”
    Raising his mouth from her body, he chuckled. “Like that, do you?”
    “You’re not going to stop, are you?”
    Resting his hands on either side of her waist, he moved over her. “Oh—I could have sworn that you did not want me. Was I mistaken?”
    Her answer was a growl as she reached up to drag him back over her, pulling on his hair until his lips covered his, her tongue pushing into his mouth to take control.
    Not breaking the kiss, he reached down to swiftly undo his trousers and remove his cock, which was pretty hard by all the rubbing against him during their fight.
    Taking hold of it, he drove into her moist pussy.
    Emily’s head fell back as she moaned. “Uhhh, God, you are so big.” Her attention was clearly taken away from his actions as she then asked, “How can such a slight person be so large?”
    “Shut up, Emily,” was his response as he thrust into her, his chest coming to rest over her breasts.
    Bending his head, he kissed the top her globes, and removing her hands from his hair which was falling over his face as usual, he pushed them down onto the table by her head. She laughed huskily and let him hold her there as he thrust into her. A motion he managed very easily, as she was so wet.
    He grinned down at her and got an answering smile back, but then he frowned. When they made love, he knew that she loved it, so why had she run from him?
    “Hey, lover, you’ve got me where you want to, so don’t stop now.”
    “I’m going to stop your smart mouth, woman.” He bent forward again and took her lips in a punishing kiss. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen after this, but he was certainly sure he was going to enjoy this particular moment as he may never get another chance, knowing her propensity for independence.

Chapter Eleven
     
    “Oh God, Finn. That feels good.”
    Robin could hardly accept what he was seeing let alone what he was hearing. His enemy, Finn, was making love—no, having sex—with Emily in broad daylight in a public place. And even worse, Emily was enjoying it.
    He had arrived at The Black Yellowcock a few minutes ago, wondering what on Duo the crowd was looking at. When he had gotten to a window, he couldn’t believe his eyes and had stumbled into the building, having used his strength to push through the eager spectators and then stood dumbfounded, not sure whether to charge forward and pull Finn away from Emily or turn around and leave before they noticed him. Instead he was stunned at the sight, unable to bring himself to move one way or another.
    Emily was lying on her back on a table, her skirt, which appeared to be dripping wet for some bizarre reason, was bunched up around her waist, and Finn was between her legs bending over her, his body plastered against hers with his trousers around his ankles, his naked backside gleaming whitely.
    From what Robin could ascertain, Finn’s mouth was over one of Emily’s breasts, and he was sucking. Her chin had risen up as she arched her back. He assumed because she wanted more. Her hands were held to the table, and she almost frantically wound her legs around Finn’s waist tightly.
    “Don’t stop, please.”
    Robin heard Finn chuckle at Emily’s plaintive cry as he kissed his way down her body, wrenching her wet blouse further apart, its ends falling to her side. From this position Robin could see one breast, its nipple hard and erect, still wet from the previous sucking.
    Suddenly Robin was aware of his own cock hardening. He never thought the sight of other people having sex would turn him on. He winced. Why did it have