Page 86 of Mistaken Identity
Her bare ass.
“Cree, honey,” I said as I felt bare skin where there definitely should be fabric. “What are you wearing underneath this dress?”
Her smile was sly as she replied, “Nothing. You were a foregone conclusion.”
I snorted. “Was I now?”
My cock was now so hard that my tool belt was making it damn near impossible to move without it digging in deep into my tip.
“Oh, yeah, you were,” she said. “I’m deliciously sore, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed you. I felt like I was about to die if I didn’t have you inside of me again.”
God, I’d needed her, too.
I’d been thinking about her all morning.
It was making it damn impossible to work.
“Well, I can’t leave you feeling like you’re going to die.”
Luckily the one apartment I’d come in to talk on the phone was mostly finished with framing and insulation. It meant that we were hidden from prying eyes, but still, I took her into the bathroom and situated us in an alcove in the corner anyway. Just in case.
She may be comfortable with me, but I knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with anyone else seeing her.
My hands skimmed up the length of her bare thigh, then farther until sinking into something a little bit more wet.
“So hot for me, baby,” I whispered as I dotted kisses along her jawline. “How long you been thinking about me here?”
I swept my finger over her entrance, gathering her wetness and smoothing it in ever-widening circles.
“Since I woke up an hour ago,” she admitted. “I kept wondering if you’d come back home if I called, but I figured you’d need to work today and tomorrow to be able to skip out for the weekend. So I came to you, I knew you’d have to take a lunch break eventually.”
I let her slip gently to the floor, and only when she was steady on her feet did I rip off the tool belt and drop it to the floor along with my jeans.
They caught around my boots, along with my underwear.
The phone and keys that were in my pockets hit the floor so hard that there’s no way that the people in the other rooms hadn’t heard it.
I knew that I looked silly as fuck, but I wanted to be inside of her about as much as I wanted to take my next breath.
She obviously did, too, because she hopped into my arms and wound those beautiful legs around my waist.
My cock bobbed as I kissed her, bouncing against her pussy with each beat of my heart.
She moaned, reaching back to catch my cock so she could press it against herself.
Her hips started to move, coating my cock with her flowing juices.
“Inside me.” She pulled back, lifting her hips as she did.
I helped her by holding her up, watching as she lined my cock up with her entrance.
Both of our eyes were downcast, watching where we were about to be joined.
“Now, Audi,” she ordered.
I smiled and slowly lowered her down onto my cock, watching as her pussy engulfed me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” I groaned. “Why are you so warm inside?”
