Page 184 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

“I meant metaphorically, man bun. Not the point.” She rolls her eyes. “Anyway. Tea at noon and then we celebrate at Disney tomorrow like God and the football powers that be intended. But first-” She tucks the paper football down the front of her top. More titty magic, and this time, I’m seeing it in the wild. I wonder if she could magic me inside her bra like that. “You owe me a prize.”

She grins, stepping in close enough for me to smell her perfume, lotion, body wash, or whatever other girlie, bougie boutique bullshit girls use these days. Fuck if I know – or care – what it is. All I know is I’m a starving man, and this sexy, spirited woman smells like one hell of a sweet snack. Chill, Garret, don’t fuck this up. You’re in the final round of the pussy Olympics with a girl you want to fuck and still hang out with her after. This is your event, Garret. Ya gotta bring home the gold.

“I owe you a prize, huh?” I close the remaining inches between us, forcing her to look straight up to look me in the eyes. With her face tilted up, she pouts her lips and raises her right hand up, practically touching the tip of her nose, and curls her perfectly manicured index finger toward her palm, beckoning me closer. And I would be a fool not to listen.

CHAPTER FOUR

REMI

“Don’t start being a gentleman now, Garret,” I breathe, ignoring the phone vibrating in my bag. That’s a problem for tomorrow’s Remi. Tonight, all I want is to see where this goes.

“No?” His arm snakes around my waist, yanking my body flush against him, and I can feel exactly how ungentlemanly he really wants to treat me.

I push up onto my toes and press my lips to his. I lose myself in the kiss, my cheeks warming when I hear an answering cheer from my peanut gallery.

“Say cheese.” I gesture to my girls at the bar snapping roughly forty-seven thousand photos of us, and laugh at the puzzled look on his face.

“Fuck her right, or we’ll make you a Jiff!”

“It’s a picture, not a sandwich, ya drunk bitch.”

“Have her home before sunrise, or she’ll turn to ash!”

“If you miss curfew, we’re going to assume he’s a murderer and you’ll be on the news before breakfast. Don’t fuck this up!”

I’m not even sure who yells what behind the wall of flashes, but I don’t care. These bitches need to be cut off, and I need to get laid.

“Tell your friends you’ll see them tomorrow, Chaos.”

“I don’t know any of those bitches.” I take his hand and let him lead me out of the bar and into the parking lot. “Your car or mine?”

“Neither.” He fumbles with his phone, sliding it back into his pocket, when a four-door SUV pulls up in front of us.

“That was fast.”

“That was lucky. The Uber driver was already on our street.” Garret opens the door for me, and I get in. He leans across me, dragging my seatbelt across my chest, and snaps it into place, whispering in my ear, “I have no intention of rushing with you, Chaos. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fucking savor you. Now” – he tugs on the belt – “buckle up and hold on tight. It’s going to be a bumpy fucking ride.”

“Yes, sir.” Holy. Shit.

“Why does your house smell purple?” I ask, gripping his hand. “And why won’t you turn on the lights?”

“I –” He halts, “Fuuuck, you’re perfect.”

Well, that wasn’t an answer.

He leads me into a room. No sooner do I hear the click of the door closing than I’m lifted off my feet and onto a… “Is this a couch bed?”

“Hold your questions ’til the end, Chaos. Right now, all you need to think about is what I’m about to do to you.”

He drops to his knees. His fingers find the hem of my skirt and slowly drag it up my legs, pausing when they reach the top of my thigh highs, and he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Fuck. Me.” He chokes out, and my thighs clench.

“See how ridiculous you sounded? I don’t even wear pantyhose.”

I place a firm hand in the center of his chest and give him a gentle push to his back. Quickly standing up, I slide off my skirt but leave on the garter belt. He’s already drooling, so I roll with it. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel powerful. Beautiful. Wanted. I wish I could bottle this feeling and live in it. I straddle his legs and slowly lower myself onto his lap, grinding my pussy against the bulge in his jeans. The rough feel of the fabric against my clit feels amazing, but I need more.

As if he can read my thoughts, he flips me onto my back and rolls on top of me. He yanks my shirt over my head and reaches around my back, flicking the clasp on my bra open.

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