Page 32 of A Smooth Operator

"First door down the hallway," she exclaimed.

I chuckled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Use your words, darlin'."

She swallowed and looked fucking adorable. I kissed her lips softly. "I want you too."

I was ready to be inside her right away, but there were rules.

Rule 1: Don't fuck without a condom.

Rule 2: Don't fuck a drunk or even tipsy girl.

Rule 3: Don't fuck a friend's girl.

Rule 4: Don't fuck a friend's sister without his permission.

Rule 5: Don't fuck a girl who feels stuff for you that you cannot reciprocate.

I dropped her on her bed. As I toed my sneakers off, I smiled at her to make sure I wasn't violating Rule 5. "This is just sex."

"Okay."

"Not a relationship."

She leaned against her elbows to lift up to watch me as I undressed. "Yes."

"So, when I leave, I leave." I unbuckled my belt, and her eyes were glazed with arousal, her focus on the bulge in my jeans. "Doll, my eyes are up here?" I teased.

She looked at my face, flushed with embarrassment. "Right."

"This is not a—"

"Thing? I got it. Now take your pants off."

"Are we in a hurry?"

"I haven't had sex in a while," she acknowledged.

I took my jeans off and had my fingers around the elastic of my boxers when a thought struck me. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No."

Thank God! Because even if she said she was, I wanted her so badly that I'd be inside her no matter what and would deal with her emotional consequences later.

She looked amazing in those shorts and a blouse. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were big and bright. Her lips were swollen and petal soft.

"Take your blouse off."

She unbuttoned and slid the sleeves off her arms. My breathing became erratic when I saw her tits wrapped in a strapless white bra, contrasting against her honey-brown skin.

"Show me your tits."

I stroked my erection as I watched. This was erotic as fuck—this un-practiced striptease that she was doing for me.

"Fuckin' hell," I growled. Her breasts were beautiful, firm, high, with dark nipples that were tight nubs. I could imagine licking them, sucking them, tasting them.

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