Page 46 of Playing With Danger

I was completely surrounded by Valentine. Stripped down to my panties and spread out on Valentine’s bed while he was fully dressed. One of his hands was cupping my ass, the other was lifting my breast to his mouth and his tongue was teasing my nipple. My hands were on a voyage of discovery, roaming his back under his tee.

I’d won.

Now I was cashing in on the spoils.

But I wanted more.

We’d been at this a long time. Touching, licking, nibbling, groping, stroking.

I tugged at his shirt and demanded, “I want this off.”

His lips closed around my nipple. He sucked deep, and he shook his head.

“Please.”

I was not above begging. Hell, I would get on my knees and worship at his feet if it meant he’d put me out of my misery.

“Not yet,” he said as he moved to my other breast.

I forgot all about his shirt and got lost in what his mouth was doing. With my thighs clenched, I shifted under one of his jean-covered legs pinning me to the bed. My clit pulsed, pleading for friction. I was close and getting closer with nothing more than Valentine playing with my nipples.

His hand moved from my ass and over my hip, and his fingertips dipped under the lace of my panties.

Finally.

My pussy spasmed in joy.

No.

“Wait.” I grabbed his wrist.

Everything stopped.

His hand did not move a millimeter. His mouth disengaged. His body was perfectly still when his head tipped back and he looked at me.

“You okay?”

No, I was not okay.

I was the very definition of not okay. I was mortified.

“Um…”

“It’s all good, baby.”

I could feel my face flame.

“It’s just that…”

I trailed off again, wishing there was a way to travel back in time five hours, fix my mistake, and wind up right back here where I was without the embarrassment I now faced.

“Sophie, baby, you owe me no explanation.”

My hand tightened around his wrist when he started to roll away.

“I didn’t shave,” I blurted out.

Valentine blinked.

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