Too Goode to be True (Love Hashtagged #2)

by Allyson Lindt

  Brad wedged her thighs apart with his knee and slid between them. When he traced his lips up her neck, she gasped and dug her fingers into his arms. “You mentioned poor soundproofing in here.” His mouth vibrated against her skin with each word, sending pleasant tingles to dance through her. “I’m so tempted to make you scream in pleasure.”

  The playful touches and light caresses were enough to fill her with a tingle of need. She tilted her head, to give him easier access when he nipped at her ear. “You’re assuming I’d try to hold back.” Laughter lined her words. She enjoyed every aspect of this.

  “I stand corrected, and I never assume that about you.” He pressed close enough his semi-hard cock met her mound through denim. He glided his fingers under her shirt and danced a line up her back. “Does that mean I don’t have to stop?”

  “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think stopping’s an option for me.” She arched her back, molding her body to his when he trailed along her side, to her chest, and caressed the bottom of her breast. Dampness grew between her legs with each new touch, and his erection teased her.

  “How long do we have, until you’re expected back out front?”

  “If we get a rush—which isn’t likely—then someone will come looking for me.”

  “Hmm. I like those odds.” He unsnapped her bra with a simple flick and twist. In a single swipe, he dragged her clothes up and lowered his head to her breast.

  He flicked a tongue over a rigid nub, and she bit the inside of her cheek, to keep from groaning out loud.

  “You said no holding back.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple.

  The sharp sting felt like a cord running from her chest directly to her already wet pussy, and this time her moan escaped.

  “That’s more like it.” Brad wrapped his lips around the peak and alternated between sucking, nibbling, and licking.

  She squirmed against him harder with each new pass of attention. She’d heard some women could get off from having their breasts played with, but she assumed she wasn’t among them. Now she wondered, as a wave of euphoria rose inside and stole her thoughts, but she hovered at the edge of pleasure.

  She wedged a hand between them and traced his bulge through his jeans. Before she could stroke him, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the desk. “Not yet.” His grip was tight enough to sting, and his voice held a sharp edge. She was surprised at the new spike of arousal the combination speared her with. “I want you panting and writhing in pleasure first.”

  “That’s a big promise. I’m curious to see what you’ve got.” She kept her tone light and playful.

  He ground his cock against her. “You’ve already seen what I’ve got. You still have to wait.” He switched his attentions to her other nipple, while he twisted the first between his fingers.

  She thrust her hips in time to the flicking of his tongue, driving pressure to the center of her need but not offering relief. Did she want to beg for release, or see how long she could hold out, floating in the attention? As she considered pleading, he dropped his hand to her waist. He fumbled with the button on her jeans longer than he had with the hooks on her bra, but seconds later, he undid it and dragged the zipper down. He dipped his fingers under her panties and between her folds, his moan mingling with her sigh. “Fuck. You’re soaked.” His voice dropped an octave.

  She was grateful he didn’t draw the teasing out further. He brushed her clit, and she thrust against his hand, almost coming from the light contact. When he dragged a fingertip back and forth over the swollen nub, orgasm spilled through her. She wasn’t sure if she managed to keep her voice down or not. All she knew was the force of pleasure flooding her.

  Brad eased up as her short pants for breath became shudders from overstimulation. He kissed her hard, then rested his forehead against hers. Mischief danced in his eyes. “You really didn’t hold back. Aren’t you worried your employees will know what you’re up to?”

  “They’re adults, I’m almost certain they know.” Her confidence wavered, and her words faltered. Heat flooded her cheeks. “I didn’t really get too loud. Did I?”

  “No.” Honesty shone on his face. “And I promise to wait until I get you home, to break that last thread of restraint.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  “But”—he tugged on the waistband of her jeans—“I’m hoping you won’t make me wait that long to be inside you.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Brad might have struggled to believe this was actually happening, but the gorgeous woman grinding against his cock and squirming in his arms added both a very real and sublimely ethereal sensation to his afternoon. He reached for his wallet and the condom tucked inside.

  Gwen rested a hand on his arm. “Wait.”

  “I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.” He nudged her with his erection, to prove his point. She was soaked, and his dick remembered what it was like to slide inside her. He needed to feel her clench around him. Lose himself in the moment.

  She used her frame to push him back, then she slid from the desk. “I’m not asking you to.” She pushed her jeans and panties to the floor and kicked them aside, leaving her gorgeous pussy on display. “I’m on the pill. You’re clean, right?”

  Fuck. He didn’t think it was possible for him to get harder. “Yes.”

  “I want just you inside me. No protection. Skin on skin.” As she spoke, she unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. When she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, a low growl tore from his throat.

  He couldn’t find a response, so he grabbed her hips, lifted her back onto the desk, and shoved between her legs again. Her hand still on his dick, she guided him forward. Instead of positioning him at her opening, she slid the head along her slick lower lips, teasing. Coating both his dick and her hand.

  “That feels amazing”—forming words took more focus than he wanted to exert—“but it’s not what I want.” He pushed her hand down, and as soon as he felt the landscape change, drove inside her with a single thrust.

  She tilted back her head, mouth open in a silent cry. He pulled out to the tip, then slammed back into her again, marveling at the sensation of penetration. Each stroke grew shorter, until he pounded against her in punctuated bursts. “You feel incredible,” he managed.

  “I could say the same.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him inside, and trailed her nails up her back. Using him to support her weight. Each time he plunged deep, he struck something, and she let out a soft grunt. Her face twisted into the gorgeous pleasure he’d learned to recognize, and he knew she was close. Which was good, because he wasn’t going to last long. He increased his pace to meet her sighs, and her pussy clenched around him.

  “God, Brad. Oh, fuck. You feel so good.” Her words, breathless and impulsive, pushed him to the edge. “Oh, God.” She bit her bottom lip as she came. Her walls tightened on his cock, squeezing and coaxing. Knocking him into orgasm. He dug his fingers into her hips as he came, and he pounded hard and fast, until her gasps of pleasure slowed and eased off.

  His head swam, and his legs threatened to buckle, but he wasn’t willing to let go of her. Slowly, she released her grip and settled her cheek against his chest. “Your heart is hammering.” Her voice was soft and serene.

  “Go figure.” He let out a light laugh. “And Gwen, love, I need to sit.”

  “Of course.”

  He dropped into her chair and tugged her to sit on his lap. She curled up against his chest again, tracing tiny lines through his shirt. “When do we get to test drive your office?” she asked.

  “My office has huge windows that overlook the parking lot.”

  “So we’ll draw the blinds.” She followed the curve of his arm and rested her hand at the base of his neck.

  “We’ve got a room that’s much better for blocking out the sound of screams. It could use a new memory.”

  “That’s not a challenge. But I guess I could be convinced to give it a try. Maybe.”

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��Don’t sound so excited.” He danced his fingers over her bare hip.

  She squirmed under his touch. “That tickles.”

  “That’s the point. And we’ve got lots of time. If you kiss me right, I’ll probably fuck you anywhere you want.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” She snuggled closer. “And I like the sound of lots of time.”

  He did too. This was more perfect than anything he could have imagined. They both still had things to deal with, but it would be easier with her by his side, and for the first time in ages, tomorrow felt like it might be brighter than today.

  ****

  One Month Later

  “I think if we bring the header up maybe 100 pixels, we can fit more in above the fold.” As Jaycie spoke, she flicked the touchpad on her laptop.

  Gwen couldn’t see Jaycie’s screen but knew she was looking at the reworked 2Gud2BTru site. Jaycie had been helping her tweak the design since Gwen mocked up a new layout, a week or so ago. The new look and feel would roll out next weekend, and Gwen was giddy with anticipation. She’d leave the old content up in archives, but it felt right transitioning new posts to stories with happier endings.

  “As long as you can make the logo fit in the new space, go for it.” The plan also involved a more direct tie-in to Brad’s site. Which she knew would lead some of her readers to accuse her of selling out. Others would leave in a huff of silence. But most would stay, and others would happen along. Gwen knew what she was doing, and she wasn’t worried about keeping the numbers up. Besides, the blog was for fun first, and money was a nice bonus, so there was no reason to cave to peer pressure if she wanted to take things in a new direction.

  “You know I can.” Jaycie ducked her head, focused on the screen in front of her. The door chimed, but she stayed engrossed in her work.

  “Gwen.” Drea’s voice carried through the shop. The girl skipped up to the stool next to Jaycie and took her place. “I want a milkshake. Dad said I could.” She turned to Jaycie. “And hello.”

  “Yeah, hey. Hi.” Jaycie didn’t look up, but a smile flickered on her face.

  “Are you sure that’s what he said?” Gwen asked.

  “I did.” Brad crossed the room and gave Gwen a quick kiss over the counter.

  “God. Get a room, you two.” Teasing laced Jaycie’s taunt.

  “Nice.” Drea held up her hand, and without looking, Jaycie gave her a high five.

  Gwen shook her head and laughed. She turned to the kitchen and called for a milkshake, then looked back at Brad. “How’d it go?” As if his broad grin wasn’t a fair indicator.

  “He promised me a new bed. Bigger. With geometric shapes on the sheets.”

  “You bribed her, to come live with you?” Gwen raised her brows but couldn’t force a stern expression.

  “It’s a celebratory gift, and easier than moving her other one in. She’ll be staying with me weekdays. All of them.”

  Gwen had been doing a bit of that herself, though their time was equally split between both their places right now. She had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case much longer, but it was a discussion for a later time, and she wasn’t worried about the outcome. Either way, they’d make it work.

  “We’re buying you dinner tonight, too.” Drea only looked up from whatever she was reading on her tablet for a second.

  “If you’re free,” Brad added.

  Gwen still wasn’t sure how much teasing she could do in front of Drea, especially when it came to the more adult jokes, so she swallowed a playful, I guess my other boyfriends will be okay without me for one night, and said, “I think I can squeeze you in.”

  He raised his brows, and she could almost hear the innuendo rolling through his thoughts. He pulled a card from his wallet and handed it over. “Tori says she’s free Sunday afternoon. Call her and bring any ideas you have for what kind of dress you want.”

  “How complicated can I get?”

  “She says make it extravagant if you want. She’s always wanted to design a wedding dress.”

  Gwen tucked the phone number into her back pocket, and happiness flowed through her. The same sensation that had persisted more often than not, since Brad proposed. They’d set the wedding date almost a year out, wanting to take the time to get to know each other. She wasn’t worried about either of them changing their minds, though. There would be bumps and ditches and hiccups—all good relationships had them—but she was looking forward to working through them with him. She glanced at Drea. With both of them.

  Life was good, and it was only going to get better. But she wasn’t going to call it too good to be true, because she was living it, and it was as real as anything she’d ever experienced.

  THE END

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  If you’d like to meet Brad’s sister, Tori, and dive headfirst into the delicious geeky world of comic book stores and cosplay, check out Graphically Novel (Love Hashtagged Book 3)

  Keep reading for a sneak peek of Graphically Novel

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  If you’re looking for more cubicle dwellers and geek love to warm your heart and scorch the pages of your e-reader, check out the Love Hack series, starting with Breaching His Defenses. Jared doesn’t expect to see the sexy siren who rescued him from singing a duet alone in a karaoke again. He definitely didn’t think she was behind the network security concerns plaguing his IT company.

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  Graphically Novel

  Chapter One

  Archer knocked back another swallow of beer and leaned forward on the butcher-block countertop, forearms resting on the wood. Engagement party. This hadn’t been his most brilliant idea. Who threw an engagement party for their best friend and ex-girlfriend? Me, obviously. He took another drink.

  Once upon a time, he would have fixed his gaze fixed on the woman standing across the room. She was tall, with long blonde hair, and surrounded by friends. Even in something as simple as a pair of jeans, Riley drew attention.

  She was happier now than she’d ever been with him. He tried for weeks to figure out why it bugged him—they weren’t meant to be. Tonight, the light haze of alcohol offered him a unique clarity.

  If it had taken her a decade to figure out who she belonged with, then he’d wasted the on-again-off-again that had been their unstable relationship, thinking it should be him. His odds of finding someone he could make as happy as she was now had to be almost nonexistent.

  Zane— Riley’s fiancé and Archer’s best friend since childhood—broke away from the group and crossed the hardwood which covered the open living room and kitchen. He stopped on the other side of the island and glanced over his shoulder at Riley, before giving Archer a half smile. “Thanks for the party. I know it hurts.”

  Archer set his bottle aside. He wasn’t in the mood for a philosophical discussion about soul mates or finding the one, or how many times Riley had dumped him before he figured out she wasn’t his one and only. He didn’t care that a conversation like that wasn’t manly; he was trying not to dwell. “I mean it when I say I’m okay with this.”

  “Hey, boys.” Tori stepped up next to Archer. He’d met Tori through his sister. She and Jen had been in the same sorority years ago, and when Jen introduced her to Archer, they hit it off quickly. He’d owned his comic store long enough to know there were as many female fans as male, but regardless of gender, not a lot of them talked about books the way Tori did.

  It didn’t hurt she had curves that wouldn’t quit, and she rocked a free T-shirt like no one’s business.

  She looked at Zane. “The group over there wants to know if you really hacked old Soviet missiles and disabled the warheads remotely.” Her tone was cool.

  “You’re sure they don’t want to hear a new story?” Zane turned back to Archer. “Thanks again.” He ma
de his way back to the small crowd on the other side of the room.

  Not interested in another drink, Archer resumed his vigil, holding up the counter. He shouldn’t stare—it wasn’t like he cared—but he couldn’t keep his gaze from drifting back to the happy couple. Zane dropped onto the couch against the far wall and tugged Riley into his lap. She didn’t resist, falling with a squeal.

  If Archer figured out why he and Riley never found that spark, he could do things better when he met the right woman.

  Her fingers traced the white suede choker around her neck. The choker—which he hadn’t seen her without since she’d gotten it—was new. The silver locket hanging from it was old; she’d had it since Zane gave it to her in high school.

  That should’ve been another indicator she was meant to be with Zane.

  “…and I think I’m going to see if bleach really does take the color out of Renaissance velvet.” Tori’s voice penetrated his wandering thoughts, and he whirled to face her.

  “Wait. What?”

  “Just wondering if you were listening.”

  He shook his head, to push away the past, and focused on Tori. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

  “Don’t worry about it. I asked if you were going to spend the entire night staring.” She brushed a long strand of light-brown hair off her forehead and tucked it into the loose bun on top of her head.

  “Why? Would you rather I stare at you?” Now that he mentioned it, that was a good idea.

  Tori would know he was teasing. She got him, and their friendship by association had become a genuine bond. They spent a lot of time joking around, watching bad movies, and passing out in each other’s guest bedrooms.