Page 72 of A Dish Best Served Hot

Watching his eyes darken as his pupils dilated made her grateful that she’d worn one of her sexy bras. It didn’t push her boobs up to her chin, but it was purple lace and had enough support to make her full double Ds look perky.

“It’s your turn now,” she told him.

“I want to touch you first.”

She wanted him to touch her too, but not as much as she wanted to touch him. “Take your shirt off, Saint.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is this how it’s going to go, Canela, you fighting me every step of the way?” His voice was rough but soft.

Lola shook her head. “No, because I already told you that I plan to have my way with you.” She moved forward until they were practically chest to chest. She kept her eyes on his as she grabbed on to the hem of his hoodie and the shirt underneath. “So you’re going to stop fighting me.” She began to lift them both. “Isn’t that right, Saint?”

He licked his lips. “I feel you testing me. I know you think I’m going to balk, pull some macho shit and tell you that I’m the boss.”

And if she was? She wouldn’t feel bad about it. She’d had too many people try to dictate to her.

“What you don’t seem to realize is that I love watching you take what you want.” He leaned down until their noses touched. “You want to be in control, Canela?” He rubbed his nose against hers and then leaned even closer. “Take it.” His lips brushed hers as he spoke the next challenge-infused words. “Take me.” Then he leaned back and raised his arms.

Lola ripped the hoodie and shirt over his head and then stopped to admire what she’d revealed. It was clear that he took care of himself even if he wasn’t shredded like a gym bro. Fuck a gym bro of any sex. In her experience they did nothing but eat bland-ass boiled chicken, exercise everything but their brain, and judge anyone who didn’t fit into their very narrow standard of beauty. She guessed some people would say that Saint had a “dad bod” but those people were idiots. Saint had a Daddy Bod, which was a different thing entirely.

She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed his pecks before sliding them up into his hair. She used her grip to pull his head to hers. She did what he’d dared her to. She took. Her kiss let him know exactly who was in charge. She pillaged his mouth, bit at his succulent lips, and then soothed the sting with her tongue.

He groaned and crowded her, his hands touching everything he could reach.

She broke away and tugged on the waistband of his jeans.

He followed.

Once she had him where she wanted him, she pushed against his abs. “Sit.”

He plopped down onto the edge of the bed.

“Watch.” Lola reached up and loosened her hair from the bun at the back of her head.

Meanwhile, Saint’s eyes roamed all over her body, making every inch of her hum.

She shook her hair out and moaned as she gave herself a quick head message.

“I can’t wait to make you moan like that.” His voice was deep.

Lola dropped her hands and turned her back to him but quickly looked at him over her shoulder.

His eyes were glued to her ass as she’d expected. She’d caught him staring at it with a look of stunned lust more than once. His obsession with her ass was so great that she made sure to always put on a little show for him. Lola had swished her hips more in the last few weeks than she had in her entire life. The poor guy had no idea she’d done it on purpose, but he’d enjoyed himself, so she didn’t feel the need to tell him.

Lola unbuttoned her jeans, lowered the zipper, and then grabbed the waistband on either side. She began lowering her jeans, wiggling her hips a bit because they were tight but also because she liked how Saint’s breathing accelerated. When she finally pushed her jeans over her hips, revealing her full cheeks and the purple lace thong that matched her bra, Saint let out a groan.

Lola smiled.

“Eres tan mala. You like this,” he said, voice low and accusing. “You love torturing me.”

In response Lola rose onto her tiptoes, bent in half, and pushed her jeans to her ankles.

“I need to touch you,” he groaned. “Let me touch you, Canela.” His tone was urgent now. “Please.”

Lola shivered at the word. She liked that. Liked knowing that he wanted her so much he was willing to beg just to touch her. She finished taking her jeans off then straightened and turned to face him again. “I’m going to touch you first and if you’re good, then you can touch me. Can you do that?”

He nodded.

But he shouldn’t have been so confident, because Lola wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Not when she was enjoying this so much. With an evil grin she reached back and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor.

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