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His admission caused her breathing to pick up in anticipation. “After a few more shots, ask me what my thoughts were that morning in the taxi.” She bounced the ball over the net. He volleyed it back. So did she. The play went on for several minutes before she managed to surprise him with another soft loop barely over the net.

She licked her lips as she stared at him. His hand rested on the top of the waistband of his boxers as if to hide his partially escaped cock from her view. And what a view it was. All she had to say was boxers and well… “Socks.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

By the time Isabella stood in front of him wearing nothing but a lacy red bra, a tiny red thong, red high heels, and huge earrings, Chandler’s hot and bothered status had tumbled off the charts. It wasn’t possible to get any hotter or any more bothered.

Her body had been tempting him the entire hour and a half they’d played, making whatever happened when one of them was fully naked a prize he couldn’t wait to devour.

“Bra.” He’d been surprised she told him to take the last shot. He walked over to the bar and did as he was told. He stood there and watched while she reached behind and unsnapped her bra. Then, while holding the lacy cups against her breasts, she slowly took one arm and then the other out of the flimsy garment.

“I think I’ve changed my mind. I want to take the shot, and you remove your boxers,” she husked.

He poured another shot and walked toward her, watching how her eyes dilated with each step he took. He liked that she was a mixture of vixen and innocence. “You first.” He held the glass out to her, expecting her to drop her bra to take the glass.

Instead, she leaned forward, wrapped her mouth around the rim of the glass and then straightened, taking the shot with no hands, her right leg kicking up behind her as she did so.

He groaned. Never in his life had he seen something so cock-jerking. He took the glass from her and set it on the ping-pong table.

“Boxers.” Her voice was as thick as his cock.

He tossed the scarf he’d donned earlier onto the table.

“I said boxers.”

“I know.” He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and tossed it on top of the scarf.

“While I’m not complaining that you’ve given me a fabulous view of your abs, I requested a different unveiling.”

“Since you changed the rules midstream, you take them off for me.” He braced himself for her touch.

She let her hands fall away from her breasts and the bra dropped to the floor.

He couldn’t help but stare. He shook his head in awe. “Barbie should definitely be your nickname.”

“Shut up.” She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of his boxers and slowly slid them down.

When his cock escaped the confining material, it stood tall and proud like a marine saluting the prettiest lady at the party.

Her tongue darted out and stroked her bottom lip. “We finally meet in person.” She went down on her knees as she continued to lower his boxers.

By the time they were tangled at his feet, Chandler had three thoughts. One, his legs might not hold him up much longer. Two, thrusting into her mouth without an invitation would be bad form. Three, finally? “Isabella, look at me.”

“I am looking at you.” She teasingly dragged a finger around the circumference of his dick.

His fleeting thought to call a halt to what was surely an imperfect idea splintered. “Isabella—” He placed his hands under her arms and pulled her into a standing position.

A flush stained her cheeks cotton candy pink. “You do want to do what we’re about to do, don’t you?” she asked.

Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to ask that? “Fuck. I’ve been thinking about this since… Too long.” He pulled her into his arms. He ran his hands up her back, tugging her closer. The feel of her soft curves melding against him sent a shudder through him. He tangled his hands in her hair and tilted her head back, giving him a view of all he wanted to taste.

When they made eye contact, she grinned cheekily.

He moaned softly, brushing his mouth against hers, reeling in delight from the impact that small contact gave him.

She whimpered and kissed him harder, but he kept his grip on her hair, denying her a deeper kiss. He wasn’t ready for this moment of discovery to end—not yet. Her lips were perfection. Full and heart shaped. Soft like a rose petal.

She arched her back as if inviting him to take his lips further down her body. Not wanting to disappoint, he trailed kisses over her jaw and down the long column of her neck.

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