Page 29 of Falling for the Recluse

“What would you rather do, then?”

“Feel.”I squeeze her soft, round ass.

She giggles. I’m not poetic, but damn if her laughter doesn’t remind me of wind chimes and silver bells.

“Actually, I was just thinking I want chocolate-chip pancakes tomorrow morning.” She strokes her hand over my chest. “I alsofeellike having chocolate-chip pancakes.”

“Done.” I pat her thigh. “For the price of a kiss.”

“Done.” With a smile, she lifts her face. “That was easy.”

“I got the better deal.” I press my lips against hers. My heart thuds.

She settles against me and curls her fingers into the front of my shirt. Her ass is nestled so perfectly on my lap that my cock—unsurprisingly—starts to rise.

I rub her hip. “You’re not wearing any underwear, are you?”

“No, sir.” She strokes her tongue over my bottom lip. “Itfeelsbetter without it.”

“Agreed.”

I cup the back of her neck and urge her mouth open. So fucking sweet. Honey and chocolate. Her breathing increases. She nudges her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard. She makes a low murmur of need and shifts, sliding her hands into my hair.

My dick jerks to full hardness. I’m always hungry for her, but when she’s this close, I can’t contain my greed. I’m like a starving man, and she’s a delectable feast. One taste and my control snaps like a twig.

“Oh, Dr. Stark.” She wiggles her ass on my groin. “What in the world is that?”

“Your new ride.” I push my hand under her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. I tug the fleece off her. My breath escapes in a rush at the sight of her naked tits.

I close my lips around her nipple while fondling her other breast. My cock starts to throb against her ass. She gasps and arches into me, tightening her grip on my hair.

So fucking perfect. Somine.

My blood fires up. I grab a fistful of her pants.

“Get these off,” I growl.

“Yes, sir.” She kisses my chin and pulls off her pants.

Christ in heaven. She’s like a painting, all smooth skin and soft curves lit by the glow from the stove. She pushes off my lap and turns to tug my shirt over my head.

Though giving up control—even to her—goes against my instincts, I don’t stop her when she presses her lips to my shoulder and slides her hands across my chest. Her touch is like a thousand fireflies flickering over my skin, igniting every nerve.

She settles her hand on my dick. The heat of her palm burns through my flannel pants.

“Did you sayride, Dr. Stark?” A crease appears between her eyebrows as she runs her hand curiously up and down my length.

“That’s what I said.” I move away to yank my pants off, then sit back in the chair. My dick is already like steel, and she’s barely touched me. “You’re going to ride this cock like it’s your favorite fucking merry-go-round.”

“You mean up and down?” She curls her fingers around my shaft and blinks her blue eyes at me. “Around and around?”

A strangled laugh escapes me. “Exactly right.”

“I dunno.” She eyes my cock dubiously. “It looks too big for me.”

“Give it a try.”

“Well, your wishismy command.” She returns her gaze to me, her eyebrows lifted. “What happens if I do it right?”

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