Page 108 of Kiss Me Tonight

Cupping the back of his head, I fumble for words. “Have I mentioned how I figured out about your no-underwear policy before you fessed up? Because I-I totally noticed—” I break off, unable to sheathe a moan when he circles his tongue over my clit. We may be indoors but I’m seeing stars. Thousands of them. “Y-You would do drills with the team and I . . . I couldn’t stop myself from noticing howfreeyou were. Down there. If you know what I mean.”

He chuckles, then pauses to husk out, “dirty girl.” His hot breath wafts over my sex and damn it if that doesn’t feel magical too.

Dirty girl.

I don’t feel dirty.

I feel reborn.

Positively fantastic with each swirl of his tongue, and—

No. No!

Keep talking. That’s right. All I need to do is turn into Chatty Cathy and we’ll go right back to it.

“I have another confession and this one is embarrassing, but so long as you keep doingthat, I’ll spill all my dirty secrets.”

I’m instantly treated to the heady sensation of his fingers getting reacquainted with my core. Dominic scissors his fingers, and I nearly break down.It feels amazing.That I’m holding my weight up at all is a miracle. My hips grind down on his fingers, then roll upwards against his tongue. My breathing comes shallow.

As much as I want to beg him to please get on with it, I agreed to the game.

And I always set out to win.

“I looked you up,” I breathe out, biting down on my bottom lip. “That day you took Topher mini-golfing, I looked you up.” Sensing his gaze on me, I don’t stop rambling in fear of him pulling away. “Turns out, you’re so famous that people . . . people role-play as you.”

He sinks a third finger inside me, stretching me almost impossibly wide, and those sparkling stars come back with a vengeance. “Where?”

Welp, here we go.

“Porn.”

One second he’s there and wrapping ribbons of pleasure around me, and then he’s gone.

Gone!

“Oh, c’mon,” I cry out, “you said keep talking and I did. In fact, I even told you something incredibly embarrassing about myself—oh!”

I’m upside down. Literally, upside down with Dominic’s shorts-clad bubble butt in my face as he storms through the house. My breasts provide padding against his muscular back, although they also attempt to strangle me. For what it’s worth, bras donotwork wonders when you’re dangling over a man’s shoulders.

“Too much?” I ask, using my hands to keep my boobs away from my face. “Should I mention that you’re in much better shape? Also, you have a bigger penis. You know, in case that was a question that popped into your head when you decided to throw me over your shoulder like a rag doll.”

He pauses in what looks to be the living room. A lamp is on in the corner, and from my angle, I can see a couch and a coffee table. The couch has pillows—bed pillows, not the living room accessory kind—and a comforter. Does hesleepout here?

One boob slips from my grip and knocks me in the chin.

Double-Ds were a dream of mine before Topher. A goal, if you will. Then I gave birth, gained thirty pounds, and can’t even be carried like a damsel in distress without being suffocated by one of my own tits.

There is something dreadfully ironic about this scenario.

“For the record,” I say, putting Boob A—the left one, it’s always the left—back into place, “he didn’t dirty-talk like you. By which I mean, you do amuchbetter job.”

“Aspen?”

My heart positively flutters at hearing him using my first name. “Yes, Dominic?”

“You drive me batshit crazy.”

And then I fall, somehow angled just right so my back lands on a cushioned foam mattress that has no sheets or pillows. I bounce once, twice, and then twist my head in time to watch Dominic undress. Thanks to the overhead light, I have a front-row seat to the way he pulls off his T-shirt, fingers grasping the fabric at the back of his neck. One by one, his abs are revealed. I count them all because I’m a stickler for certain things.

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