Page 131 of His Big Bad Stick

That groan sends signals that reach from the depths of my brain all way down to my toes.

My jaw clenches tight for a second. My heart punches in the inside of my chest.

My cock slides down the inside of my jeans, down my right leg, filling with need.

I lower my mouth down and gently kiss Abrielle’s neck.

She gasps and steps back. “No touching.”

“Fuck that,” I growl.

I grab the towel and pull her against me.

Her body touches mine and I feel…

I use the middle finger on my right hand to grab the folded part of the towel.

One pull and the towel opens and falls to the floor.

Abrielle is a fucking tease. A sexy tease.

She’s not naked under the towel.

She’s in her bra and panties.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Look at you, kitten.”

My hands touch under her tits, lifting them, squeezing. My thumbs stroke across her bra as though she isn’t wearing one.

“Can’t give it all up that easily,” Abrielle whispers.

“You think a bra and panties is a roadblock for me?”

“No.”

My right hand moves around her back to the clasp of her bra.

My left hand inches down her body, along her belly.

When I stop my hand at her lower belly, Abrielle sucks in a breath.

She holds it.

Her face lights up with a red color I never saw before.

“Oh, no,” she whispers.

“Abrielle,” I say.

She slaps my hand away and steps back. Her right arm goes across her chest. Her left arm tries to cover the stomach.

“It’s okay, kitten,” I say. “You’re fucking beautiful…”

She turns and takes off running. For the bathroom. Again.

As for me, I’m standing there, frozen in place for the moment.

It takes a lot to surprise me. To shock me. To have me standing like I am right now.

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