Page 70 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

She steps out in a sheer, lacy lingerie that barely covers anything, a blazer tossed over her shoulders like an afterthought. Her eyes are all challenge and confidence.

“Too much?” Her head tilts, as if she doesn’t already know she’s wrecking me.

My throat goes dry. “Not even close.”

Her lips curve slowly, wicked and amused. “Hmm. I thought you’d say that.”

I step closer, voice low. “You do know if we weren’t in public, I’d have you pinned against that mirror right now.”

She raises a brow. “And ruin this very expensive lingerie?”

“I’d take my time peeling it off first. And I’d make damn sure you begged me not to stop.”

Her breath catches, just a flicker, but I notice it. Feel it.

She shifts her weight, the lace riding higher on her thigh. “Good thing we’re not alone, then.”

My eyes lock on hers. “Yeah. Good thing.”

But the air between us says otherwise.

Her hand slowly makes its way toward me, her fingertips grazing the fabric above my dick.

Grinning, she traces the outline of my hardening length.

A rush of blood makes its way down south.

She pulls me inside the changing room, the door clicking shut behind us, and suddenly, we’re in our own little world of shadows and sharp breath.

Her back hits the mirror, and I barely have time to groan before her mouth is on mine. Hot, hungry, commanding.

It’s not a kiss, it’s a damn takeover. And I’m not fighting it.

Her hands are already on my belt, fingers working fast.

“You going to just stand there?” she murmurs, lips ghosting my jaw.

“Fuck.” I slide my hands down the lace clinging to her thighs.

She laughs, low and wicked, and pulls a condom from her purse like it’s a challenge.

“Make sure that door is locked, we don’t want an audience.”

I look back at the door.

Door locked. Check

“Hold this for a minute,” Her lips curve into a smirk as she places the wrapped condom toward my mouth, so I hold it between my lips.

Before I can process what is happening, she ties her hair in a bun and drops to her knees.

The blazer slips off her shoulders, pooling at her feet behind her.

Her hands fumble for my belt, her fingers deft as she unbuckles it.

My breath hitches as she unbuttons my jeans and unzips them, pulling them down to my thighs.

Her gaze never leaves mine.

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