Unedited Excerpt from
pg ~ 68
Stepping toward her, he noticed in her left hand she held the journal, and that was when everything fell into place. She was reading the entry while she finger-fucked herself to Chantel’s words.
Phillipe felt his cock harden as he watched Gemma’s hand move beneath the fabric of her slacks. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted and with each sinfully forbidden thrust of her hips he wanted her more. Reaching down to the buckle of his belt he unfastened it, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He was going to satisfy her need and his, right now.
Moving to the end of the blanket he knelt down quietly and marveled at the uninhibited way she was moving her hips against her palm. Her hair was strewn out across the blanket, and the hand gripping the journal was white knuckled as she seemed to be seeking that elusive moment, that thundering climax.
“Gemma.” he called to her softly, watching closely as her eyes snapped open and her hand stopped its frenetic movement.
She made a move to pull it from her pants but he was quicker. He leaned forward placing his palm against the fabric, effectively trapping her hand where it had been working so furiously.
“What…” she started to ask, but when he continued to just stare at her the questioned seem to vanish. He looked over to the journal she was now trying to close with one hand.
“No, don’t.” he told her. “Read it to me.”