Page 109 of Lucky Laces
“DeeDee baby?”I ask, stepping toward her.
She puts her hand up.“Freeze.”
Frowning, I still, and not able to discern the look on her face, and my stomach starts to twist.“Are you okay?”
Fuck, has something happened already?
Has someone posted shit or has Jean-Michel changed his mind or is Jason back and being the asshole he is?
Except her response is just, “Mmm-hmm.”
And that doesn’t scream worried, like I would imagine imminent shitshows would.Or concerns about job security.Or asshole exes.
I lose patience with holding still and step toward her.“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I—” She pushes off the mattress, but since she doesn’t run screaming from the room, I figure the fact that sheagaindoesn’t tell me what’s wrong is less important than say…
The fact that she’s walking toward me.
“You’re wearing a towel.”
I blink, glance down.“Um, yeah.Usually people use towels after they shower, honey.”
Her lips twitch and she slowly lifts her hand, settling it on my chest.“I’ve never seen you in just a towel.”
My dick stirs.
Who am I kidding?
That statement paired with her fingers dragging down my pecs, over my abs has me hard as a rock.
Andforgetting about shitstorms.
Her leaning forward and flicking out her tongue, tasting me?—
Well, that has my control splintering.
“Baby,” I warn, my hands dropping to her waist.But do I push her away?
Fuck no.
I draw her closer and keep warning, “You’re playing with fire.”
“Remember how”—she lifts on tiptoe, her lips coming to my ear, her words soft and sultry—“my No Sex boundaries don’t extend to blow jobs?”She drops down onto her knees, gaze locking with mine.Then she deliberately slides her hand farther south.
Control?
What control?
I should probably be the staid and moral hero, stop her from doing this, find a way to take care of her instead.
But even as I’m warring with that, her fingers are working and?—
The towel drops away.
“God, I love your dick,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around me and pumping hard once, twice,threetimes.
“Fuck,” I mutter, already dangerously close to the edge.
