Page 100 of Ex Marks the Spot

I glide the blade along my jaw for one final pass before rinsing my razor. “The reason I had to use the bathroom first was because I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.”

Her eyes widen.

“So I was left with no choice but to take matters into my own hands. Literally.”

Those perfect pink lips part on a gasp as I wipe the remaining lather from my face.

“I came so hard that I nearly slipped in the shower.”

She swallows. “You did?”

Nodding, I step between her legs and grab her ass, sliding her to the edge of the counter. “And the same thing happened almost every morning after that.”

Her hands run up my bare chest and lock behind my neck. “So what I’m hearing you say is that I made things hard for you?”

I bark out a laugh at the sound of my words being thrown back in my face for the second time today. “It was the best and worst torture I’ve ever experienced.”

Hartley’s mischievous smirk becomes a determined grin and then she’s using one finger to push me back. “That sounds like a challenge to me.”

Before I can process what’s happening, she hops down and tucks that same finger into the waistband of my shorts, pulling me out of the bathroom and toward the bed. Our one, singular bed, which really was Wendell’s doing this time.

When the back of my legs meet the mattress, she removes her finger and reaches for the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head. I knew she was braless because I watched her get dressed after our shower earlier, but I didn’t know her nipples were already hard beneath that thin layer of cotton.

My hands move instinctively, seeking her flesh, but she steps out of my reach with a look that says,No touching.

As I start to protest, she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and panties and slides them down her legs in one sexy movement. But she doesn’t stop there. No, this wonderful, devilish woman turns around and bends down, presenting me with the perfect view of her perfect ass while she retrieves her clothes and tosses them on the dresser.

My cock hardens instantly, catching Hartley’s approving eye when she faces me again. I swallow thickly and clench my hands at my sides as she trails a hand down her stomach and slips a finger between her legs.

Her breath comes out in a soft sigh.

“Fucking hell, Hartley,” I groan, desperate to touch her—or myself—at this point.

In response, she takes that damn finger and brushes it over my lips. I waste no time capturing it in my mouth and savoring the sweet taste of her. All it does is make me want more, though. I thrust my hips forward and then her hand is there, slowly jacking me over the thin material of my shorts.

“Damn, babe. That feels so good.”

Continuing her relaxed pace, she kisses her way down my chest and abs until she’s on her knees, pulling my shorts off. My cock springs free, thick and heavy.

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now.”

Her gaze pauses at my dick before she meets my eyes. “I mean, I havesomeidea.”

I breathe out a laugh that turns into a moan when she takes me into her mouth.

“What are the rules for your game of torture? Am I allowed to touch you yet?”

Her lips press against the head of my cock. “Do you want to touch me?”

“You know I do.”

She massages my balls with one hand and slides the other up and down my shaft. “Hmm, after consulting with the referee, I must inform you that this game will continue with the no-touching rule.”

The ache in my cock intensifies. “You’re evil.”

She smiles.

She fuckingsmiles.

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