Page 42 of Force Play
Meanwhile, I’m completely naked save for the heels I never bothered to take off.
Ari runs his hands down my back before resting them on my ass and squeezing. “Admit it, Torres,” he smirks. “You want me.”
I groan. “I want you to fuck me. That’s what I want. Now, are you going to keep talking or do something about it?”
His answer is obvious when he crushes his lips against mine, teasing his tongue over the seam of my lips before I let himinside. We break the kiss only momentarily so I can rip his shirt over his head, but we’re fused back together just as quickly.
We’re chest to chest. Bare skin to bare skin.
I forgot how much I love this feeling.
I fumble with Ari’s belt as I say, “This is just for tonight.”
“Mhmm,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down my neck. “I don’t fuck the same person twice.”
“Good,” I sigh. “It’ll be easy for you then.”
“Just gonna get it out of our systems.”
“Exactly,” I say as I finally get his belt undone. He helps me with the button of his jeans before I send them to the ground in a rough push, leaving him in a tight pair of black boxer briefs.
Fuck, he’s hot.
I hate that.
Ari kicks his jeans to the side and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing me back against the door. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth again, and I lose myself in this moment.
What the hell snapped in me to lead us here?
Something must have broken in my brain if I’m here now rubbing myself all over Ari’s bare torso.
Honestly, I think I’m just horny. And Ari randomly kissing me was enough for me to give in to a night with him.
It’s not like either of us will want to do this again.
I bite down on Ari’s lip, and he moans.
He fuckingmoans.
God, I love a man who’s vocal in bed.
“Fuck, Spitfire. You’re gonna draw blood if you bite any harder.”
“Something tells me you’d like that. I can’t imagine you’re very vanilla, Casanova.”
His responding smirk is deadly, and I feel it throb between my legs.
Goddammit, I do wanthim.
But just this once.
Ari pushes my hair out of my face before ghosting his lips over my ear. “Not vanilla at all, sweetheart. And if you had me in your bed, I’d show you just how kinky I can get.”
Now I kinda wish I’d waited to jump him until we got home.
“Well, you’re stuck with a supply closet,” I tease, slipping my hand between us and sliding it slowly down his chest. “You’re just gonna have to show me what you can do in here.”
“Yeah?” He licks his lips. “And what is it you want me to do in here?”
