Page 25 of Baby for My Best Friend's Brother

“For a man like you.”

I don’t know what she sees when she looks at me. Maybe I’m a mountain man in scuffed boots who doesn’t do brunch or gallery walks. But I want to be more than that for her. Even if I don’t know how.

“You don’t owe me anything,” I tell her. “I just want to give you one night you’ll never forget.”

Her breath catches, and I swear something shifts in her eyes.

“Cliff,” she whispers.

I set my glass down. I reach for hers and set it down next to mine. Then I slide closer.

Moving closer, I pull Sophie. My tongue tangles with hers.

I let out a low groan as I move my hands up the curves of her hips. I need to feel her. All of her.

Pulling us both to our feet on the side of the bed, I tear my lips from hers long enough to pull her dress over her head. I greedily scan her body.

I could look at her forever and never get tired of it.

We may not have forever.

But we have tonight.

And I don’t plan on letting a second of it go to waste. Tonight, I’ll make her mine.

I have to get my fill of her while I can.

I take my time removing her clothes, stroking her bare skin as I do. Kissing her most sensitive spots with each bit of skin that I expose.

She sighs and leans into my touch, my lips. As if the feel of me against her is the best thing she’s ever felt.

I get the feeling.

As I strip her bare, she reaches for my clothes. Her fingers trace the lines of my muscles as she exposes my chest, pushing the dress shirt from my shoulders.

With every layer of clothing we remove, we expose more of ourselves, body and soul.

Once we’re both naked, I pull Sophie against my chest. I trace kisses over the side of her neck. My hands slowly rove over her breasts and hips. I trace her smooth skin up and down, savoring every whimper and quiver.

With one hand, I cup her breast. It overflows my hand. I rub it against my palm, listening to every noise she makes. Applying more and less pressure to her liking.

As she leans forward against my touch, I rub my thumb over her nipple, making it hard as she gasps.

I slide my other hand down her belly, lower until it reaches the junction of her thighs.

I slide one long along the seam. She squirms against me, teasing my throbbing cock with her sweet curves.

I clench my eyes tight. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

She nods and spreads her legs allowing me to find her sensitive nub. I’ve tasted it before, but it wasn’t enough.

None of this will ever be enough.

She arches against me and cries out as my finger strokes her again and again. I listen and follow her lead as her breaths grow faster and more labored.

With every sigh she makes, I stroke her more. Lathering her up. Making her ready for me.

My dick grows harder pressed against her thigh. But as much as I crave my own release I push it aside.

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