Page 54 of The Boyfriend Effect (Frisky Business 1)
“I thought you liked that.”
“Who says I don’t?”
Our lips are just a breath apart when the back door pops open and Rosie eases herself inside with a satisfied sigh. We pull apart reluctantly, Hayes clearing his throat as I crack the window open for a little more air flow.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. We didn’t stop on yours,” Rosie says matter-of-factly, humor in her innocent expression.
Hayes shudders, shaking his head mournfully as he starts the car. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Or high-fiving Rosie. Or kissing Hayes.Lucky for me, there’s plenty of kissing once Rosie goes to bed.
Pressed up against the door of his bedroom, I let him have his way with me, kissing me deeply, urgently. I feel dizzy, drunk on his scent and taste. When his hands wander from my waist to my ass, hoisting me up against his tented pants, I let out a little squeak of surprise. Hayes smiles deliciously against my lips.
“No need to be quiet.” He leans in to nip at my neck, and I gasp, my back arching and breasts pressing against his chest. “We’re all alone on this side of the apartment. Besides, Rosie takes out her hearing aids every night.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” I say softly, trying to focus despite the molten heat in my core, pressed against his rock-hard erection.
“That’s what I said. What if the fire alarm goes off?” He sighs, his fingers slipping under the hem of my romper to play with my cotton panties, which are already damp. “Doesn’t matter to her. She says she can’t sleep with them in.”
My eyes widen.
“Let’s stop talking about Rosie.” With that, he spins me around and deposits me on the bed with a gentle whump.
My heart rate accelerates as I watch him unbutton his shirt and gaze down at me with hungry eyes. “I’ll bet you’ve got this down to a science,” I say, blinking up at him.
“Got what down?” he asks, pulling the tie of my romper slowly undone.
“Having sex . . . here.”
He pauses, his eyes flickering up to mine. “I’ve never brought anyone else here.”
“Really?” I ask, equal parts shocked and touched. That doesn’t seem possible.
“Nope,” he murmurs, lowering himself over me to pepper soft kisses along my collarbone.
“You’ve really never brought a hookup here before? A girlfriend?”
Hayes sighs, sitting back on his heels and running a hand through his mussed hair. “No one but you . . . and you’re not a hookup, dove.”
I pull myself up until I’m level with him, wrapping my arms around his neck to kiss him hard on the mouth. He groans against my lips, his hands settling tightly around my waist as he grinds against me. When we part, we’re both breathless.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
He reaches around me to pull my ponytail down, allowing my hair to spill over our shoulders. With his fingers tangled in my hair, his kiss is softer now, sweeter, as if I’m truly precious to him.
Tugging at my romper, he whispers against my lips, “Now, let’s get you out of this damn thing.”
My heart rate skitters. My savage is back.
We kiss and grind together in the center of the bed until I’m so ready and turned on, I can barely breathe.
“I know you have a toy stash somewhere,” I murmur between kisses.
He meets my eyes with a heated look. “What makes you say that?”
“That toy you used on me . . .”
He smiles. “I only brought that home to test.”
That might be true, but I’m undeterred, “Come on, you own an adult store. Just tell me. I’ll find it.” I grin at him, giving him a sassy look.
“Over there, second drawer down.” He tips his chin toward his nightstand.
Pushing up on one elbow, I lean over the side of the bed to pull open the drawer. There are only two things inside—a bottle of lube, and a pair of fuzzy-lined handcuffs that seem more gag gift than anything. The store tag is still attached, which tells me these have never been put to use.
I grab the bottle that’s about half-full and hold it up. “Lube? Hmm. Do you use this when you jerk off?”
He quirks a brow at me. “Yes.”
My heart jumps. For some reason, the thought of Hayes with his fist around his cock, stroking himself in wet, jerky thrusts, is such a hot visual.
I flip open the cap and drizzle some of the unscented oil into my palm. When I wrap him in my fist, his wide chest stutters out an exhale.
“Fuck, Maren.” He’s so sexy like this, lying beside me, completely at my mercy. His voice is deep, barely more than a growl, when he says, “Tighter.”
I tighten my grip and work him over until he’s panting and groaning out deep, delicious sounds. His hands explore my body while I continue my sinful torture, slowly bringing him to the brink and back again.
