"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.
"What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.
"Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."
"Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.
"You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."...

"We should be doing this," I mumbled, yet I bent my neck for him, giving him better access to it.
"Yes we shouldn't," he answered, but his hands were sliding under my skirt and pulling my panties down.
"If we get caught," I muttered, moaning as his fingers found my slick entrance and he rubbed. My knees shook but he held me against himself with his other hand.
"If we get caught," he repeated. It was as if this had become some sort of game between him and I. Repeating each other's words like ...