Page 52 of The Fake Out

“It’s what made the dress look so good.” She rolled her eyes and pulled back, but I locked my arms around her. There was no way I’d let her escape me.

Her full tits and incredible ass were what made the dress looked good, but I wasn’t going to fight with her about the details right now. “It needs to go.” I ran my hand over the garment—it was skin-colored and like underwear, biker shorts, and a leotard all in one—and slipped my fingers between her thighs, finding a slit in the stupid spandex. “Wait, it has an access channel?”

“Access channel?” She tossed her head back and roared with laughter, but as I ran my finger through her very wet pussy, the sound quickly morphed into a moan.

My dick jumped at the idea that it would soon be surrounded by all that heavenly perfection. I needed to settle the fuck down, though, because my mouth planned to spend a good amount of time devouring her before my cock got its turn. I spread the material wider, and she bucked against my hand.

“Damn, you’re soaked, Mariposa.”

Her heated gaze met mine. Desire pounded in the brown depths. “You make me feel desperate for you.” The breathless words wound through me, spurring me on. I dropped my mouth to hers again.

Fucking hell. She was going to be my undoing.

I walked her backward, desperate for my bed. My foot landed on something that was definitely not tile, and I slipped, causing both of us to list to one side. I’d just righted us when we crashed into something else. I was too lost in her to bother to see what the object was. Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from her but rocked my erection against the apex of her thighs, groaning at the sensation.

“I need a bed, now.”

She giggled, half-pressed to a table and kinda arched into the wall.

I shook my head at myself. I’d love to say I was normally smoother, but that would be a lie.

“You seem crazy frantic.”

“You have no idea,” I assured her. Releasing her, I stepped away from the side table I’d backed her into and pointed. “My room. Let’s move.”

She sauntered past me with her dress bunched around her waist, a fucking tease if I’d ever seen one.

I couldn’t resist smacking my palm against her ass as she wandered by. The crack echoed around us, and for a heartbeat, I worried she’d be pissed. But her long hair swung over her shoulder as she peeked at me.

“Yes, sir.” Smirking, she batted her long lashes, then she took off.

Oh, fuck me.

I raced down the hall after her and practically tackled her on my bed. She giggled again as we bounced on the mattress. Arms planted on either side of her, I smiled down. The way her brown eyes sparkled up at me made my chest feel funny. When she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tight, that sensation turned into a bolt of need that coursed straight to my cock.

I rubbed against her core, relishing her heat. “I repeat, the unitard needs to go.”

She laughed, tipping her head back against the comforter. “Ya know, I never knew this could be fun.”

I cocked my head to the side. What did that mean?

“I don’t think I’ve ever laughed one minute and moaned the next.”

For a second, nervousness flitted across her face. There was no reason for her to be apprehensive, so, making eye contact, I brushed a silky lock of hair from her cheek with my finger and tucked it behind her ear.

“That’s because you’ve been with the wrong man.” I lowered and ran my tongue up her neck, fighting back a smile at the way her heart pounded, until I reached her ear. “Sex should be hot and fun. It should be everything that makes you feel good. And I intend to show you that.” I pulled her lobe between my teeth, eliciting a whimper from her that slipped through her lips and ran down my spine. “So tell me where the zipper is, because we need all the layers gone.”

She shifted and raised one arm. “Here.”

Once I’d found the tiny zipper, I gripped it awkwardly between my big fingers and slid it down. The sight of her with the dress bunched up around her waist and the nude spandex that caged her like an awful trap, or maybe a chastity belt, made me grin. I shook my head, eager to focus on the task at hand.

I’d taken my tie off a while ago. It was probably in the pocket of my jacket out in the entryway. But I still had too much shit on too.

I pushed off and hopped off the bed.

Eyes widening in panic, she sat up. “Wait, what did I do?”

“Nothing,” I assured her. “I don’t want to make an ass of myself while I try to get all these layers off us both. If I’m not careful, I’ll knock us both off the bed while I’m fumbling around.”

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