Page 68 of Not Safe For Work

She isn’t hesitant tonight. As soon as our lips collide, she throws her hands over my shoulders and digs her nails into my back. It’s just short of painful but so fucking hot.

“Sparkles.” I actually groan into her mouth. I kiss my way across her jaw until I can gently bite down on her ear. “I love the dress. Can I please take it off?”

She nods and makes some cute little sounds in agreement. My mouth moves down to her collarbones as I slide each strap off her shoulders, one side at a time. I lay kisses down each arm following the path of her straps as I go lower. Then I reach behind her and pull down the zipper.

She shivers when my fingers graze the dip in her lower back, and she gasps when I yank the dress down all the way.

I get to my knees and help her step out of it. To my delight, she wasn’t wearing a bra. All that’s between us now is a lacy black thong and her heels.

She bends down and reaches for one of the buckles. “Here, let me help.”

“Can you leave them on?” I ask, kissing her ankle. I drag my lips up her calf, then her thigh, and do it again on the other side.

“I can barely stand up, Scottie,” she pants.

“Not a problem.” I pick her up at the waist, urging her legs to wrap around me until I hear her heels click when they knock together.

“How’s this?” I ask. I press her harder against the door and grip her thighs. She digs her nails into my back again and then moves her hands up until they’re scraping through my hair.

“Better.” She grins right before she bites my bottom lip. Her legs tighten around me until we’re pressed together as much as this position will allow. It might be time to leave the doorway.

“Don’t let go of me,” I whisper in her ear and start walking us into the other room.

I lay her down on the bed, kick off my own shoes and yank off the shirt she’s already started to unbutton. But when I lay down and reach for her, she’s shaking. “Are you cold? What’s wrong?”

“I just need to warn you, I’m bad at this.” Her words come out so fast, it takes me a second to put them together.

“Bad at…?”

“Sex.”

I almost laugh. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It is,” she argues. “It’s kind of why Ian…you know. So, I just want to umm…temper your expectations. I guess.”

She throws an arm over her eyes. She might be embarrassed but all I feel is rage.

“He said that to you? That you were bad in bed?”

“Basically. He said it was boring, that I…lacked enthusiasm.” She cringes.

“Sounds like he didn’t give you much to be enthusiastic about.” I pin her arms above her head so she’s forced to look at me. Kiss the tip of her nose because I can. “And Sparkles?” Sheblinks, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “That’s the last time I want to hear that asshole’s name tonight.”

I refuse to let Ian kill the mood, so I go right back to kissing her neck. I say a silentthank youto the dress that didn’t require a bra and move lower. And lower. Until I can circle her nipple with my tongue.

“Oh,” she whimpers, her hand reaching for my shoulder. I circle again and drag my teeth against her pebbled skin.

I draw a hand up her thigh until I feel the lace of her thong and pull on it, letting it snap. Based on the sounds she’s making, I think she likes being teased. I dip a finger under the lace, dragging it up slowly until she throws her head back and gasps. She’s soaked.

“I really don’t think enthusiasm’s going to be a problem here.”

She laughs and I hope I’ve gotten her out of her head a little.

“God, that feels good,” she moans, her hips starting to writhe.

“Yeah? I only want to make you feel good, Liv,” I say, touching her again the same way. “Just tell me what you like.” Because it sounds like she hasn’t been taken care of in the past. And there is nothing more I want to do right now.

“I like you,” she replies, still breathless.

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