Page 34 of Red My Lips

Cutting the rumbling engine of my motorcycle does nothing to quiet the energy coursing through me. Parking is tight, so I walk the block and a half with powerful strides until I see the building come into view.

She left her fucking blinds open.

Jill stands in her living room in full view of where I stand on the street, looking into her apartment. She’s looking into the full-length mirror she has set up in the corner of her living room, admiring herself from different angles in a sexy new black lace bodysuit.

Her ample body is fucking banging, perfectly showcased by how the lace cuts high on her full hips, and her generous ass swallows the thong back. This must be a new work outfit. She’s a showstopper. Even with a skirt or shorts on top, every man in the city will be bricked up the moment they lay eyes on her. They can look all they want, can desire her all they want.

They’ll never get the chance to touch.

Jill disappears into her room for a few minutes, and I consider rounding the side of the building to her French doors. But when she emerges after a few minutes, my entire body stands at attention—especially my cock.

She’s wearing a red mesh lingerie set, the tiny little thong sitting high on her hips, covering nothing but a tiny triangle between her legs. The scarlet bra top has lust ripping the air from my lungs. The underwire cups her big tits perfectly with a big satin bow tied across the front to keep them in. All it will take is the tug on a ribbon to have her nipple in my mouth. I’ll unwrap her like the gift she is.

My cock is so hard it almost hurts.

Pulling out my cell phone, I dial her number. I watch her grab the phone and answer it without looking to see who’s calling.

“Hello?” Even distracted, her sultry voice is alluring.

“You better be wearing that for me,” I say deeply, reaching down to adjust the raging boner in my pants. She freezes and looks around her apartment like I might be standing right behind her.

Soon, I will be.

“Maybe, maybe not.” The way she smiles into the phone, a playful smile that spells trouble, has me taking a step closer to her window.

“No one else will ever get the chance to see you in it.”

“I don’t know, we’ll have to see. Won’t we?”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, will you?” She’s teasing me, and her taunting has me making a beeline to the door of her building. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“Let me in, little devil.”

“What are you, the big bad wolf?” she asks as I stalk towards her front door. I could go around back, but I don’t need to give away those secrets—yet.

“If you don’t open the door, I’ll huff, and I’ll puff and find my own way in.” Either way, I’m going to devour her. There’s a moment of silence on the line, and for a split second, I wonder if I’m going to have to use the side entrance after all. But then I hear the slide of her chain and the click of the deadbolt on the other side of the door.

As soon as the doorknob turns, I’m crowding the door. I storm into the apartment, meeting a stunned Jill standing just inside the entryway with the phone still pressed to her ear. I pluck the phone from her hand, drop it on the entryway table to my left, and kick the door shut behind me.

Jill gazes up at me with those striking green eyes of hers, full lips parted. I take a step towards her, and she takes a responding step back, making me grin. She wants to play? I’m up for a little chase.

“You look—” My eyes travel over every inch of her in the little red set. She looks even better up close, my mouth is watering, and my dick aches. “Edible.”

“What are you doing here?” The question falls flat as she takes another small step backward. Her gorgeous pupils are dilated, and the way her breathing changes tells me just how turned on she is. When I rip those little panties off her, her pussy will be drenched for me.

“I’m here for you.” Pulling off my leather jacket, I toss it onto the floor beside me. “And you opened the door.”

She’s gonna run.

Jill turns on her heel and darts across her kitchen. A primal sound rumbles in my chest as I run after her. I let her stay a step ahead of me for a second just so I can watch how her ass bounces. It only takes a few strides before I’m right on top of her.

A strong hand around her throat tows her body towards me until I can pin her between the wall and her kitchen counter. She stares up at me, her breasts pressing against the big red bow with every excited breath, just begging for me to set them free.

When I lower my head to kiss her, her hand rears back to slap me across the face. Hard. My head whips to the side, completely taken by surprise, just as her favorite switchblade clicks open. When I turn back to look down at her, I feel the cold metal where she’s pressing the sharp tip to my throat.

I gaze down at her, a smile spreading across my face as she drags the sharp edge across my skin, both teasing and threatening. “A knife,” I’m so fucking turned on. “You don’t have to flirt with me, Menace. I’m right here.”

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