Page 132 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“How will we know if the like cures like regimen worked without a final benchmark guy?” she pressed, their bodies grinding together.
“I’ll figure it out after I’ve got a little more blood in my brain,” he answered, tightening his grip on her backside with one hand and sliding the other into her hair.
He was bloody done talking.
He brought her to him, and their lips met, parting instantly and giving way to what must have been the hottest kiss ever shared between two human beings.
Electricity crackled.
Colors hummed.
He devoured her softness, and the hunger of his need shattered any last threads of resolve. Fueled by desire, he gave himself over to her, over to the passion that could not be restrained. Frenzied and urgent, a surge of titillating vibrations consumed him. He lifted her high enough to free his cock, then pushed the crotch of her shorts aside and lined himself up with her entrance. His tip indulged in her sweet wet heat as his mouth captured kiss after kiss. He had to get closer. He needed all of her. Her kisses sang through his veins, calling out to him.
Take me. I’m yours.
He was so close to thrusting his hips—so close to forgetting what they should and shouldn’t do. As much as he’d tried to banish her from his mind, his body remembered the beautiful ecstasy of the first time they’d made love. Searing anticipation tore through him. His heart was ready to beat itself out of his chest when Libby stilled.
“Wait, Raz, we can’t. Not yet.”
“What is it?” he asked, searching her expression.
She twisted away from him and reached toward a bag—her yoga tote—and pulled it over. He hadn’t noticed it.
“What are you looking for? Condoms?” His addled mind couldn’t put together what she was doing.
“We don’t need condoms. We need a rainbow.”
He could do a lot of things. He was as strong as an ox and resourceful as hell—but a rainbow?
“Plum, I know we’ve got the whole bright energy thing going on. I feel it, too. But it’s nighttime. It’s pitch-black outside.”
“I’ve got it covered.” A dirty smirk stretched across her lips as she held up the Rainbow Screamer.
He stared at the multi-colored vibrator. “You’re not going to throw that at me while we…”
“No,” she answered. “I’m going to use it on myself, and you’re going to watch.”
His mouth hung open.
Bloody hell, he loved yoga.
“The benchmark, remember? Before we have sex, we should test if I can have an orgasm by myself.”
“Yeah, I’m happy to watch you pleasure yourself—for the purpose of the program and chi and orgasm reclamation,” he blathered.
He sounded like an idiot, but he didn’t care.
Had he ever been this horny?
Never.
Was he ready to explode?
He was damn close, but he had to keep it together.
“Should I move?” he asked, glancing around the masturbation nest.
“No, I want to do it like this—with your energy around me.”
