Page 90 of Dangerous Encore
Frosting and cake crumbs stick tomyskin.
I'm alreadysticky.
And eager for him to lickthisoff.
I laugh as I tug at hishair. "Joel."
"Louder,angel."
"I like thisblouse."
"More than you like coming onmyface?"
"Well,no…"
God, his grey-green eyes arebright.
Withjoy.
Withdesire.
Witheverything.
We're really doing thistogether.
And I really need to havehimnow.
He presses his hips against mine, pinning me to thecounter.
He's hard, and fuck how Iwantthat.
Joel snaps my buttons as he tugs my top open. They land on the tile with aclank.
He takes his time sliding my blouse off my shoulders. Letting it fall to thefloor.
"Fuck, you really have amazing tits, angel." He plants a kiss on my collarbone. Then lower. Lower. "You're gonna be such afuckingMILF."
"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah." He pulls my bra cup aside and palms my breast. "I need you so fucking badlyrightnow."
"I needyoutoo."
I need to know he still wants to fuck me as much as he didyesterday.
I need to feel our bodies as one so I canfeelthathe'smine.
Joel laps up every sticky drop of frosting on mychest.
He licksmesoft.
Hard.
Slow.
Fast.
He drags his lips over my breast, stopping to take my nipple into hismouth.
