Page 133 of Wild Card

She swings open the door with raised eyebrows. “That was crass.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

“Don’t know who enjoys you sucking my dick more—you or me.”

Her eyes drop to my groin and she licks her lips. My gaze travels over her, taking in her outfit.

The black leggings mold to her hips and legs, flaring at the bottom with a deep v-waistline. The baby blue skin-tight top hangs on her shoulders and cuts off, exposing her midriff. The new aqua gemstone sparkles from her belly button.

I’m hard instantly, ready to go again, even after a night and morning of mostly being inside her.

“Fucking A, babe, what are you wearing?”

She spins, showing me a glimpse of her perfect ass in the pants.

“Do you like?”

“I love, but where’s the rest of your shirt? And your bra?”

“This is my shirt and it has a built-in bra.”

“Fuck it.” I toss my keys back on the dresser and move toward her. She steps back, throwing out her hand. “Stop! We are already late.”

“Don’t give a shit.” I pull her to me, skimming my lips along her jawline.

She melts into me, tilting her neck to give me better access. “Honey, please.”

“Please what?”

Her nipples poke into my chest, urging me on. My hand slides into her pants and between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she moans when my fingers play along her slit before slipping inside.

Her muscles clench as I twist and twirl. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“It’s you, too.”

The possessive madman awakens, knowing all day she’ll be full of me. “Fucking love that, Princess.”

“We can’t,” she tries again, her voice husky. “I have plans for us.”

“Be more convincing if you weren’t so goddamn hot riding my hand.”

She drops her head back, hitches her leg around my hip, and bucks into me.

My mouth goes to her neck, nipping along the tendon and increasing my speed.

Her body responds with a full-body shudder. She clenches my shirt, whimpering when my thumb strums along her clit.

“Let me have your mouth.”

She slants her head, giving me access. Her breath comes in small pants against my lips as I tease by slowing my fingers to short thrusts. Her eyes blaze with lust and hunger, her hips rocking faster.

My tongue trails along her lips, tasting the vanilla and mint in her lip gloss. “One of my favorite tastes.”

“One?”

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