Page 35 of Fashionista's Playbook

This was straight out of one of the explicit dreams I’d had about her. I never wanted to wake up.

When she jerked her mouth free and moaned fervently, I applied more pressure to the tips of my fingers, deftly stroking her sex through her clothes. Watching the passion play across her face was a thrill similar to scoring a touchdown, the rush warm all over and tingling.

I’d have shower fodder for years to come, just remembering the way her features twisted in pleasure and her eyes widened with lust.

“Travis—” She was breathless, her words barely audible over the roar of blood in my ears.

“Want more, Mariposa?”

She turned those hungry blue eyes back to me, heavy lidded and filled with uncertain challenge even as her hips bucked against my touch.

“Yes.” She stroked the length of my cock through my shorts.

The jolt of pure pleasure from her hesitant caress rolled my eyes into the back of my head. I bit back a curse, buried my head against her throat, and let the tremble roll across me. It was like being touched by a woman for the first time and sent me almost to the very edge of my self-control.

What little I had snapped when she wrapped her fingers around the width of me and applied pressure.

“Fuck.” I gasped the words and froze, hovering above her. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Her grip tightened as she stroked up and back down, slowly at first. This was the closest thing to sex I’d had since I moved to Texas. I closed my eyes against the sensation, moved my hands to grip either side of her hips, and let the pleasure shoot from the core of my desire straight up my back. Every nerve in my body stood on end, completely subservient to her touch.

“Moriah…”

There wasn’t a damn thing that could stop the buildup of pressure in my balls. Hell, she hadn’t even touched skin and I was on the verge of coming.

I opened my mouth to argue, but the determination on her face stopped me. I’d never seen her as beautiful as she was right then. I’d started all this to give her what she wanted; I’d be damned if I took that away from her now.

“Fuck,” I blew out under my breath and fisted both hands on either side of her head.

The orgasm exploded through me like a bomb, leaving me a trembling, jerking mess atop her.

“You’re going to pay for that.” I growled, nipping at her jawline as jolts of pleasure coursed through me.

Her eyes were bright. “I certainly hope so.”

The security alarm chimed through the house, signaling someone opening the gate. I cursed and rolled off Moriah; other than the two of us only one person had the code.

“Why the fuck is Vin here?”

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Clean and redressed, I jogged down the stairs to where Moriah waited, her cheeks still pink and her eyes bright.

“He’s in the living room. I told him you were upstairs on a business call.”

Moriah tended to fidget when she was avoiding telling me something.

“You’re not telling me everything.”

She huffed, craned her neck around to make sure Vin hadn’t followed her, and huffed a sigh that blew the hair from her face. I focused too much on that, and the strands that fell from her high ponytail—the one I wanted to grab, jerk her head back, and…

I wiped my hand across my jaw to brush off the nasty little thought.

“Did he say something to you?”

Her eyes flashed in that way they did when she thought she’d done something wrong. I was paying too much attention to her nonverbal reactions. I was in deep.

“No. He was polite. It’s more the stuff he doesn’t say.”

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