Page 40 of Wild Ace

“Hmm,” I hum, tugging on her lobe with my teeth. “I don’t know if you’re ready for it yet.”

“Please,” she begs, and I chuckle, pulling on her hair again.

“Maybe I should see if you are for myself.”

Sliding my hands down her body to her hips, I almost lose it when I touch the soft skin of her thighs. I allow myself only a moment to savor how good she feels before I slide my hands up under her dress.

I grip her bare hip with one and glide my knuckle over her silk covered core, the damp fabric clinging to her pussy.

Fuck.

Lexi moans, and I press my knuckle to her clit. She gasps, her legs tightening around me.

“You’re soaked through, dolcezza.”

“Yes,” she sighs, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

“But I think before I see just how wet you are for myself, I should tell you I’ve changed my mind about letting you walk out of here with that case of money.”

Her body stiffens, so I press against her clit again and she shudders, becoming pliant once again.

“Why?” she asks, her voice strained.

“Because that would be too easy.” I kiss her below her ear. “But there’s a way to get it.”

“How?”

I pull her silk thong to the side and glide my knuckle down the bare slit of her pussy.

Fuck. Me.

She’s shaven.

Bare. Smooth. Slick.

I lose my train of thought and bite down on the side of her neck before I forget my plan and give her everything she wants without the assurance I’ll see her again.

“I’ll give you your money. But only in the form of accepting the services of Lindsay.”

“What?”

I pinch her chin to get her to look at me. “You can have your money in the form of Lindsay’s services. That’s a $102,000 budget.”

“And if I don’t use the whole amount?”

I flash her a quick grin and make another pass of my knuckle through her slick center.

It’s getting harder to focus on what I’m saying when my mind is busy picturing my cock sliding into her soft and smooth pussy, enveloping me in a tight, wet, hot hug to welcome me home.

“Then you let me spend the rest on you.”

“I don’t want you to buy me anything.”

“It would be you buying it for yourself. Your money. I’m just the keeper of it.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to make sure I get to keep seeing you. Because maybe you’ll eventually see I’m not so bad.”

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