Page 133 of Lamb

I slid my hands higher and higher as the sound of bags collapsing onto the floor filled my ears. A rouge hand found purchase in my hair, squeezing tightly as I pressed my lips and teeth to all the places that made her stomach quiver and shake.

I paused.

“You don’t have a bra on,” I growled, images of her walking around, tits free in the lobby where so many people would have seen her.

“And you do not have a shirt,” Ash countered.

The doors opened behind us as sunlight cut into the dim box just in time to watch the coffee cups collapse, liquid splashing everywhere as I spun Ash to face me.

Ash began to argue. “Lamb, I just—”

I picked her up with ease, holding her body aloft, her crotch fixed to my abs as I stalked into the room. Ash’s legs locked around my waist with practiced perfection as her hands grappled around my neck.

I dropped her down on the entryway table, grasped the hem of her shirt, tore it over her head, and tossed it into oblivion. “Now you don’t have a shirt either.”

Ash narrowed her eyes, her glasses cockeyed on her face as she adjusted them. “Touche,” she grumbled. Her lips were damp, and her tongue danced between them.

I urged to fulfill the desire screaming from those pert lips, my crotch buried between her thighs feeling uncomfortably tight. But I held back.

I leaned my chest back, letting my eyes wander painstakingly slow over her exposed facets. I counted the freckles and scars, her moles, and the goosebumps rising on her chilled skin. I smiled as I watched her soft blush pink nipples harden under my gaze.

“You shouldn’t go out braless,” I decided.

Ash scoffed. “It is not like I have much to show. You cannot even tell.”

I captured her nipple between my finger and thumb, applying just enough pressure. Ash hissed, her thighs clamping down on my waist, her crotch rocking against my jeans.

“This,” I purred, reaching up with my other hand to capture her other lonely nub, “And this”—I applied a little more pressure and nearly buckled as Ash began to squirm, her soaked crotch seeping into my denim—“belong to me.”

“You will find that they are attached tomychest,” Ash quipped, her annoyance weakened by her hot, heavy breaths. “Not yours.”

Not disliking the challenge flaring in her eyes, I released her. “Want to bet on it?” I asked, my hand splayed in surrender as I let my eyes wander down before moving back up to meet her gaze. “About whom this body belongs to?”

Ash’s eyes darkened, her pupils so wide it hid the pale green as her moist mouth parted, hands tightening against the edge of the table. “No.”

“Why?” I leaned down toward her chest, the flushed heat of her skin burning into my face. I blew out a soft breath over her skin and watched the muscles shudder under the sensation. “Scared you’ll lose?”

Hesitation held Ash briefly, but the rising blush turned from soft pink to burning red and broke it apart. “Fine,” she growled, eyes narrowing. “But I am revising the terms.”

I cocked a brow, curiosity always getting the better of me.

Hands lunged around my neck, and my body was jerked forward, lips slamming into mine. Ash’s tongue delved between my parted lips, teasing, demanding, and daring me out to play. Any fight I had crumbled as her fingers tangled in my hair, the sharp sting of pain pulling me closer into her control. Her legs clamped around my waist, her hips thrusting up against my crotch, the barest burn of friction making my dick howl with desire.

I reached forward, capturing her waist, desperate to control the momentum.

Ash pulled away, her teeth dragging against my swollen lips as a saccharine smile creased her eyes. “Let us see who belongs to who.”

An inferno of lust burst across my chest as I captured those devious lips with a bated breath. I returned her agonizing pressure as I pressed her down onto the table, my tented jeans pressing deep into her softest part with pressure and weight. She withered beneath me, her legs squeezing me tight, her fingers pulling my hair even tighter as she threatened to take handfuls of my scalp with her.

We were like magnets as I fought her irresistible pull, bracing a palm against the solid wood table, trying not to crush her as she urged me closer. We fought between frantic kisses, bruising bites, and savage sucking.

It was carnal mating as Ash released her grip on my hair, her nails scratching down my neck and arms, leaving a beaded trail of lines marking her path.

They slid further down over my abs, finding the button of my jeans, her legs releasing just enough to pop it open and tear the zipper straight to the base.

My dick jerked free of its confines, red and angry, and raging for a hot, warm place to sink home.

I shared the sentiment as my own hands slid down into the waistband of Ash’s trousers, the willing elastic material already sliding down her damp thighs, panties hooked in tow until they wrapped around her ankles. I stopped there. Unlike her shirt, I kept the panties wrapped around her legs and, with a little maneuvering, pushed my head between her knees and left her ankles bound behind my neck.

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