Page 147 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 2

She lifts her foot and runs it along the inside of my leg. “You’re not the only one who enjoys teasing.” The tip of her foot rubs my erection. I make no apologies for being hard for the woman.She’s sexy as fuck.

Taking matters into my own hands, I grab the band of black lace on her right hip, and ask, “Do you want these to remain in one piece?”

Her grin disappears under a look of shock. “They’re Agent Provocateur.”

“And?”

Her sweet lips part, and eyes widen again. “You better not, Jack?—”

The ripping of the lace causes her to gasp. I wink. “I’ll buy you more underwear.”

Lying in nothing but that incredible birthday suit, she smirks when the shock finally subsides. “You better.”

“You didn’t honestly expect that thin strip of lace to protect you?”

An ember sparks to life in her eyes, yet she plays coy with a slight dip of her chin. “Protect me from what, St. James?”

Taking her foot, I run my tongue along the arch and then lift it onto my shoulder before kissing her inner thigh. “From the Big Bad Wolf.”

She tucks her hands under her head and watches me with captivated interest while letting me indulge in the creaminess of her skin. “I’ve never been one for fairy tales.”

I rest my lips against her thigh. “Who disappointed you so badly that you don’t believe in happily ever afters? I thought all girls believed in fairy tales.”

Without missing a beat, she replies, “Everyone. And for the record, I’m all grown up.”

“You sure are, but how about we make another deal? Just for tonight.”

Shifting, she tilts her head to the side, her gaze dipping down my body. “What deal?”

I stare at her, wondering if I dare cross another line with her tonight. First kissing and now . . . “When we’re in here, when we’re together like this, forget about everyone else because, unlike the world, I won’t disappoint you, Marlow.”

She smiles—genuine and sweet, that honeyed side not seen by many. I’ve borne witness to it many times between us. “You never do in the bedroom.”

The sting from how specific she is slights against my skin, but for now, I let it go. I’ll leave heavier topics for another day because she wants to forget about anything outside this room tonight. And I’ll make that wish come true.

Her fingers weave into my hair while I keep kissing and then nibble just shy of where I know she really wants my mouth.

Pushing up, I stand and start on the buttons of my shirt. “Since you’re so into teasing.”

She laughs and then scoots up the mattress. Leaning against the walnut headboard, she settles in unabashedly, watching me as if this show is just for her. It is if I’m being truthful. I like the way she looks at me. I like that I can see her breathing deepen as I strip another layer of clothing away from my body.

But I really fucking love when she starts wiggling from the need blooming inside her, when we’re on the precipice of our bodies being together again.

I grab a condom from the nightstand and stand next to the bed. “I want you to put it on me.”

She acts all proper for everyone else, playing a role for them. She’s a woman who’s used to being given everything she wants, but she’s bored of the gilded cage that she’s been placed in. She can be who she really is with me, and that’s never more herself than when we’re tangled in the sheets. She takes the packet and gets to her knees before me. And I fucking love it.This is my Marlow.

The one behind closed doors. There’s so much more to her than the rest of the world sees. It took years to get here. I thought she was nothing more than a spoiled princess, a Hollywood kid from famous parents who ate up the socialite title.

I was too blind to see who she really was back then, but now that I have, her beauty is more than skin deep. And despite what she says or how she acts around others, I know she cares about me. That’s what scares her.

Kissing my shoulder, she drags her hand down the center of my chest. She presses the packet to my stomach—the tease—and then bends to kiss me lower. I suck in a breath when she slides my cock into her mouth. Gripping the base, she holds me steady as she sucks in her cheeks and then slides off me.

She drags the packet against me and then rips it open. “How about we stop teasing each other and get to the main event?”

Shaking my head, I chuckle. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” Sliding the condom over my hardness, she smirks. “Trust me, I want you alive and well for this.”

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