Page 35 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

His hand grazed over her hip and settled on her stomach while his hungry gaze traveled from the green lace at the junction of her thighs to her exposed breasts.“I don’t wonder about things I know the answer to.”

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Hot.

Damn.

No mental image Birch ever jerked it to in the past was remotely comparable to the pure perfection of Jocelyn’s body draped across the bed.Confidence radiated off of her as she lounged on display, naked except for the emerald scrap of fabric barely covering the promised land he was desperate to enter.Faded tan lines framed her breasts and his cock twitched as he envisioned sliding it between them, his release spilling across her throat.

Turning his attention to her mouth didn’t help his situation.Her tongue darted out, running along her bottom lip and sending his imagination into overdrive.There was nothing he didn’t want to receive from that mouth.He wanted her taste, wanted her tongue on him and her lips around him.Wanted to hear every moan and cry in his ear while he sent her over the edge time and time again until she was simultaneously begging him to stop and pleading for more.

With a deep breath, he met her gaze.

She knew she looked incredible, her eyes holding a hint of challenge while she watched him and gave him time to appreciate the view.Her strong, lean thighs encased his hips, the pressure helping to ground him as he took in the sight of her laid out before him, ready and willing for him.

In the small part of his brain still functioning on a rational level, he knew this was nothing more than a romp for her, some bad boy fantasy itch being scratched.Maybe they’d play it out for a week or two, her pretending it wasn’t just a hookup and him pretending it was.But eventually she’d skip back off to New Jersey, leaving him moping and miserable every time he saw the fucking chair he was still making payments on.

Moping over some decade-old crush puppy love bullshit didn’t fit into his plan to stay focused, to avoid anything that might distract him.

So yeah, this was a mistake.

But at least it was a mistake he was making with full acceptance of the consequences.

“Birch?There’s a pretty obvious imbalance in the nudity department.”

Snapped back into the moment, he watched as Jocelyn sat up, her palms flat on the mattress between her splayed thighs, the angle of her arms pushing her breasts together.

He gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.“Not my fault you’re so fucking hot that I forgot how to do this.”

“Forgot?”She grinned, reaching over to pop the button of his jeans, her fingers skimming his length as she lowered the zipper.“Is this your way of saying you need a few practice sessions to jog your memory?”

Yanking his boxers and jeans off, he kicked them across the room.“I’ve heard it’s like riding a bicycle, so I’m banking on that and instinct right nowholyfuck!”he groaned as her hand wrapped around his cock.Her cold fingers against his heat combined with the sight of her lips wrapping around him sent his eyes rolling back while she tested his tenuous handle on control with the lazy swipe of her tongue.

He shoved his hands through his hair and dropped his head back while her tongue flicked along his shaft, the tight grip she started with gone as she grazed her nails along his stomach and up to his chest.Her touch and tongue were feather-light, ghosting along his cock and abs with barely enough pressure to feel it but more than enough to ignite every nerve in his body.The longer she explored him, the heavier his breathing became, his panting filling the silent room.Seconds, minutes…fuck, it could have been hours.Her fingers passed every inch of skin she could reach while that sinful tongue teased him mercilessly.His knees nearly buckled when she took him back into her mouth.

“Jocelyn,” he groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair.“I’m dying here.”

She released him with a final lick up his length and leaned back on her elbows.“Consider it payback for teasing me for two solid hours.”

“That wasn’t teasing.”He slipped his hand under her lace thong and slid a finger through the wetness, smirking when he made contact with her clit and her head fell back.“That was business.”

Leaning forward, he circled one perfect nipple with his tongue as he pushed two fingers inside her.She shoved her hand into his hair, her grip tightening as he crooked his fingers and increased the speed of his thumb on her nub.

“Birch,” she panted, her thighs clenching against his hips.“Please tell me you have a condom.”

Dropping his head into the crook of her neck, he exhaled and pushed himself up.“If there isn’t one in my wallet, there’s a damn good chance you’ll see me cry for the first time since I was a toddler.”

She laughed as he snatched his jeans off the floor and yanked his wallet out of the back pocket, finding one foil packet tucked behind his driver’s license.He tore it open, rolled the thin latex over his cock, and watched as she slid her thong off her hips and down her legs, dangling it from her foot.

Grabbing the green lace, he tossed it onto his discarded jeans.“I’m keeping this.”

“I won’t fight you on it this time, but from here on out, you’ll have to use your teeth and earn it.”

The thought of peeling thongs off her body every night flashed through his mind as he stepped between her legs.“You sure about this?”

Biting her lip, she cupped one breast, brushing her thumb across the peak while her other hand slipped between her thighs, one finger circling her clit.“Yes, Birch Baker, I’m sure.I want you to fuck me.I want you to fuck me hard.I want you to fuck me fast.And I want you to fuck me now.”

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