Page 19 of Honey Trapped

“Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you clean? Like have you been tested?”

“Yeah, after my divorce made sure my shit was straight.”

“Okay then,” Norah whispers and moves to straddle me.

I hook her around the waist and roll us so that I’m on top. “Babe, you get on top and ride me— I’m gonna fucking lose it, and that won't be enjoyable for you.”

She smirks at me and wraps her legs around my hips. “Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Baby, stop talking and fuck me.”

I drop my head to her shoulder. “Right,” I mutter. I grip my cock and line up, inching my way in slowly. She’s so fucking tight I nearly lose it.

Her cunt molds to my dick with precision as I sink further in. Fuck me. I've never felt anything better than her body joined to mine. My cock sinks into liquid velvet if there ever were such a thing.

My lips meet her neck, and I move my hips. Going soft and slow at first so I don’t embarrass myself by coming like a two-pump chump. I meet her gaze, and I know I’ve royally fucked up. She’s perfect. Sweet. Everything a man could want. How can I sleep next door to her every night and not want to do this over and over again? Hardly know her. Norah with her hippie style and gorgeous eyes, who makes banana pudding that’s out of this world. Awoman who takes what she wants with no apologies. Being inside her is like finding the promise land.

Only this can’t happen again. But fuck if I’m not going to enjoy it while it lasts. Her body hums with desire as I shift my hips surging deeper and deeper hitting all the right spots. I close my eyes getting lost in all that is Norah. I surrender to desire and fuck her like my life depends on making her come again and again.

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Norah jolts upright in the bed. “Shit. Shit,” she hisses, scrambling to her feet, covering her breasts, searching frantically for her clothes. “What time is it?”

I flip to my side and nab my jeans out the floor, rooting around the back pocket for my cell. “Witching hour,” I tell her gruffly.

“I can't believe I fell asleep. I’ve got to pick up Lennon. She’s probably scared that I’ve forgotten her.”

“I sent Stud a text, told him you were sleeping a moonshine buzz off and you’d get the kid in the morning. Your car won't be finished till then anyway. There was an incident.”

“What? Is Lennon okay?”

“Didn't involve her, babe. Gianna’s brother was arrested last night.”

“Oh, is he in trouble?”

“Domestic shit with his wife. So why don't you come back to bed, yeah?”

She hesitates, biting her bottom lip, and glancing everywhere but at me. Fuck.

“Is there a bathroom?”

“Down the hall. Can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” She shoots me a sheepish smile while tugging her thong over fine ass. With her tee back on she scurries out of the room like it’s on fire.

Minutes later she returns. Gone is the bold woman who took what she wanted earlier and in her place is the shy girl from next door. Norah standsnear the foot of the bed fidgeting with the hem of her Rolling Stones tee.

“C’mere.”

“Um... I’ve never done this before...the whole one-night stand thing. I don't know the protocol.”

“Didn't know there was a rule book, babe, but we agreed to one night and the night isn’t over yet.”

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