Page 64 of Dance with the Devil

I growl under my breath, my hand going right for my erection. I keep it tucked behind my jeans, but I can’t stop myself from stroking the hard flesh through the rough material.

And then she braces her elbows on the seat of my bike and bends over, sticking her ass out and says, “Am I? Prove it.”

“Mariposa…” I breathe out.

She glances over her shoulder at me. “What was that?”

“Mi mariposa,” I tell her again. “My butterfly in Spanish.” Dropping low, I untie the laces of both of my boots before rising up again and kicking them off. “I haven’t used a word of Spanish in years. I used to be fluent, but Chad beat that out of me years ago.”

Genevieve starts to get up. “Cross?—”

I lay one hand on the small of her back, keeping her bent over for me. With the other, I unbutton my jeans. “No. Don’t feel sorry for me. Be flattered. When I saw your ass and pussy just now, I forgot English for a second. It’s a good thing that I could rely on Spanish. Maybe I’ll use it more now.” I rub her soft skin before releasing her, saying a silent prayer when she stays down. “You’re right. I survived him. I survived Winter.” With two free hands now, I yank my shirt up and over my head, then shove my jeans down past my ass. I don’t stop until they’re off, too, and I’m butt-bucking-naked outside of the Playground. “I just don’t know if I’m going to survive you.”

Her eyes sparkle in invitation. She goes up on her tip-toes, letting me see how her folds glisten for me. “Only one way to find out.”

“Remember,” I growl, grabbing my cock. I’m already so hard, it won’t take much to have me going off like a rocket. Since I want to be inside of Genevieve when I do, I brace my legs behind her, then use her juices to cover the length of my cock before I position it right at her entrance. “You’re the one who wanted to fuck.”

I feed the first two inches inside of her, gritting my teeth when her warmth envelopes me.

She goes still. I pause, making sure she’s with me all the way, only for her to snort. “With that lead pipe of yours ready and raring to go, babe, I’m not the only horny one here. You want to fuck me, too. Don’t deny it.”

“I’m not denying anything.”

Genevieve swallows and goes up on her toes again, taking more of me. “I’ve never regretted doing anything with you. Not the first time. Not now. But if you’re going to?—”

I bottom out inside of her, stealing the last of her woods as she trades it for a soft, “Oh.”

“You okay?”

She nods. “Yeah. I guess I just forget how stuffed you make me feel.”

“Then let me remind you, butterfly,” I murmur, withdrawing just enough that she’ll feel it when I push back inside of her.

She squeals.

It’s music to my ears.

“Just like that,” she groans. “Do it again.”

“Don’t be so demanding, Genevieve,” I tease.

She sniffs royally even as she takes my cock. “I’m a Libellula. I was born to be obeyed.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup. But, like I said… if you don’t want to fuck me, I’m sure I can find some else who will.”

In answer to that, I quicken my thrusts. Genevieve moans and, instead of bracing herself on her elbows, she lays her belly flat on my motorcycle seat. I grip her hips, holding her there, andfuckher.

“No way,” I grunt as she pants my name under her breath. “You’re mine.”

She pushes her ass back against me, and the moment suddenly becomes charged. “You stayed away.”

“Foryou.”

Genevieve goes still. Instead of meeting my thrust, she freezes before turning to look over her shoulder and snap, “So fucking help me, Cross, if you try to tell me that you tortured us both by abandoning me formysake, you can pull out and leave me the hell alone.”

She’s not bluffing. As worked up as we both are, she’ll pull her shorts back on, and walk away as if this meant nothing.

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