Page 11 of Confessions of a Smutty Romance Author

I parked beside a sycamore and got out, walking in my furry boots to his front door. I knocked, and as soon as he cracked the door open, a crooked grin formed on his face.

Hayden was good-looking in the way ex-boy band members are good-looking. More pretty than chiseled and a floppy haircut that would never fly in a C-suite. But at Petco, he had all the approval he needed from desperate (read: horny) pet owners.

In fact, that was how we’d met. Birdie needed me to pick something up for her bird, Ralphie. A few questions later, Hayden was escorting me to the break room, indulging me in services he only offeredspecialcustomers.

It had been the beginning of a beautiful, open,casualrelationship. The other women he slept with didn’t bother me, because right now, his blue eyes were on me. On the dip where the lapels of my silky robe met.

“I didn’t order pizza,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip.

I pulled my robe to the side, giving him a preview of the lingerie and everything underneath.

“I did order that.” He opened the screen door and pulled me inside.

With the door closed, he gripped my wrist and lifted my arm above my head, kissing my neck, drawing away my robe and biting down on my shoulder.

God, I was going to miss this.

I fisted my free hand in his shirt until my knuckles grazed his solid abs, and I pulled him close to me. The length of his hard cock pressed into my hip, and I moaned.

Did I mention I was going to miss this?

“Take off the robe,” he ordered, and I let go of him to slip it over my shoulders. He kept his house cool, and the air raised goosebumps on my skin, contrasting with the heat of his lips moving down my body.

His teeth teased aside a strap of my bra, and he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking and playing while he thumbed the other one.

I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall. I loved this about sex, the ability to let my mind go and get lost in the sensations of my body.

He rubbed the heel of his hand against my clit, and I moaned, biting my bottom lip.

“I want you in my room,” he said. “Now.”

I started walking that way, but he caught my hand. “Get on all fours. I want to see that ass.”

I grinned at him, shaking my head. “You’re a fucking freak.”

His eyes darkened. “Hands. And knees.”

I left my robe on the floor and bent down, arching my back so he could see my hips, my ass, on full display. Glancing over my shoulder, I asked, “Like this?”

His eyes were hazy as he nodded.

I crawled, slowly, across the wood floors, feeling his eyes watch every shift of my body. I felt so heady with power, with sexiness, that the simple shape of my body did this to him. Fuck, it was hot.

As soon as I reached his bedroom, he ordered, “On the bed. Face down.”

I did as he instructed and heard the sharp sound of his zipper cracking open, the slide of denim against his skin until it fell to the floor. Then the yank of softer cotton as he pulled off his shirt, all while cool air teased my skin.

The hiss of the whipped cream can sounded, and I felt cool cream slide along the crease where my legs met my ass. My pussy tightened as his tongue lapped up the cream, coming so close to my center but missing it all together.

I gripped the sheets, already feeling wet. Already wishing his cock, his fingers, his tongue could relieve the pressure.

The next strip of whipped cream formed over my ass crack, dangerously close to my pussy. “If you go any further, you’ll get a different kind of cream,” I said.

“I’m fucking counting on it,” he said, his voice husky before licking my ass clean. His tongue danced around me, and then he yanked on my hips, pulling my ass to his face.

His tongue slid along my slit, making me quiver, before he began licking and sucking and softly blowing until my hips were shaking. “Fuck, Hayden,” I moaned.

He flipped me over, spreading my legs over his shoulders so he could eat me more thoroughly, and I came around his tongue, releasing all the cream he could ever want.

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