Page 9 of Break Out

At the entryway, I opened the bathroom door and turned on the light. Then I tagged the main switch for the room. The only light came from a desk lamp on the far side of the room and the bathroom, but it was enough to see each other. Yet not enough for her to make out too many of the details of my tattoos. In a half-crouch, I yanked off my boots and socks.

Barefoot, I stalked toward her, while unbuckling my belt. “That work for you, Jade?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, her hands going to the bottom of her fake leather shirt.

“Stop right there,” I said with all the authority I could muster.

The sound of her sucking in a breath made my dick harder. I undid my jeans and pulled the zipper down, letting them hang open. Her eyes went straight to my groin.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna get a very good look at my hard cock.”

Her legs fidgeted.

I pulled my shirt off, tossing it toward my duffel in the corner. My jeans crept down my legs and I shoved them to the floor along with my boxer briefs.

“Good God,” she whispered. Her eyes met mine. “You don’t need me to tell you this, but you are impressive. You’re inked… almost everywhere.”

My fingers gripped the lower edge of her shirt. “Are you inked, baby?”

The light from the bathroom was just bright enough for me to see her eyes flare. “Not yet.”

My brow arched at those words.

Too bad I wouldn’t be the man inked on her skin. That fucking thought really jarred me and I yanked her shirt up harder than I’d intended.

I dropped the material to the floor and took in her breasts which were hidden behind two scraps of off-white satin with my favorite fruit embroidered on the cups.

“Cherries,” I murmured.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

It was like she was made for me. That was insane.

“You are a goddess.”

She scoffed.

“Are you trying to anger an old man?” I asked, but the words your old man were on the tip of my tongue. That wasn’t right.

She smiled. “You’re not old, and age is just a number.”

I cupped her breasts with my hands, determined to ignore that statement. “Not sure if I want to take this off you or not.”

Her hands went to my waist and slid up to my chest. “Why not?”

“Because I fuckin’ love cherries,” I said, before I kissed her, harder than the first kiss.

Her hands were pinned between our bodies. My dick scraped against her pants, and I pulled back. “Get your pants off, Simone.”

Her eyes gave her away, but I recalled her words down at the bar about being naughty. Rather than do what I said, she dropped to her knees. Her hands took hold of my aching cock just before she ran her tongue up and down the length of me.

I tipped my head back, hissing, “Fuck me.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “That’s the general idea, Steel.”

This wasn’t part of my plan. My hands went to her underarms and I hauled her up, then lifted her up in the air. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. My hips moved reflexively. I needed inside her, but I wasn’t going to do that until I tasted her.

Every lush ounce of her.

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