Page 76 of Grease Monkey
“Fuck no, Morgana. It’s merely an observation. You’re not the scrawny little girl I remember.”
“I’m not a lot of things you remember.”
Kitty can scratch.
I smile.
“I can see that.” I do another full circle again, taking in her full hips, her ass and thighs that have a lot more meat on them than before, and if I didn’t hate her so much, I’d sink my teeth into them, so she wears my mark. And then there’s her tits. The perfect handful she had at eighteen are bigger now, like they grew in time with my hands,especiallyfor my hands, and I’d love nothing more than to run my thumbs over her pink nipples. Watch them pebble under my touch. Y’know, if she wasanyoneelse other than Morgana Adler.
And then, just as I’m about to say something else about how she’s changed, I see it. The same reactions—theticks—she gave years ago. Parted lips. Stilted breath. Green irises overtaking the blue flecks. And the thin bra she’s wearing… yeah, I don’t need to imagine those hard, pretty nipples. If I tugged her shirt, they’d spill out for me to see. Fuck, she wants me.Stillwants me. I thought I had imagined her blown pupils, her labored breathing, and the look of arousal flooding her eyes when I held her jaw firmly in my hand when I barged into her rental.
This is what I needed.ThisI can fucking work with. And suddenly, charging her unnecessary cab fares is child’s play. Not when there is a game only adults can play.
I halt behind her and press into her back. Her shoulder blades constrict, pushing those mouth-watering tits forward.
“I bet there are some things I still remember about you well enough,” I say, my voice low and gravelly. I slowly slide my hand onto her hip, my skin tingling with the contact, and feeling her tense under my palm. “Does your fiancé know that if he teases your asshole a little while he finger-fucks your pussy, that you come harder than if he were to fuck you with his cock?”
“How dare—”
I cut her off, splaying my other hands across her stomach, tugging her into my chest, and for the first time since I’ve been around her, I don’t hate that my cock is throbbing as it presses into her ass. Not when she lightly pushes back against me, relieving the pressure a little, and I would bet she isn’t aware she did that.
“Does he know what your pretty little face looks like with mascara streaks, tears and saliva running down your chin as you choke on his dick? Or is he too uptight to give his dirty girl what she really wants?”
My hand slips down to her pants, my fingers deftly undoing the top button and dragging down the zipper, the click of teeth snapping out of place louder than any engine I’ve worked on. Her hand snares my wrist, stopping me from dipping my fingers inside.
“Teddy,” she breathes, her head knocking back against my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
I edge forward, the tips of my fingers skimming through her open pants and brushing along her silk panties.
“You can’t do this,” she breathes, the refusal so weak it’s almost laughable. I’m glad her back is to me so she can’t see my smile that is far too cunning for someone wrapped around his ex, fingers so dangerously close to the one pussy that set the bar so high, no one else compares.
“Tell me this…” I say into her ear, her hair fluttering against my breath. “Does your fiancé know he willingly sent his future wife to the city where the guy who got all her firsts lives?”
The shake of her head is so tiny that I almost miss it. My grin expands.
“Her first proper kiss?”
My head dips forward, and when I run the tip of my tongue up her ear, I’m rewarded with a shiver.
“Her first orgasm?”
Her hold on my wrist loosens.
“Her virginity?”
Her eyes flutter shut.
“Everything belongs to me. I knew how your body felt convulsing around me first. I knew how your body tasted first. I knew…”
Her eyes snap open. “We were kids. You were just a boy when we did all those things.”
I laugh sadistically and slide my hand under the waistband of her panties. Short, neat hair meets the tips of my fingers, and the overwhelming need to drop to my knees, strip off her bottom half, press my nose to her and inhale her scent is strong.
Dig deep, man. She needs to pay.
“And yet the thought of everything we did all those years ago still makes you wet. Isn’t that right, Ana?”
She inhales a sharp breath, her fingers grasping my wrist again, but I don’t think it’s to stop me. It’s because I slipped up and used my name for her out loud.
