Page 94 of A Lesson for Laurel

His feet moved on their own rather than the nudge from her.

The emotional pull was enough to get him to follow her into a fire with a can of gasoline in his hand.

“Yes?” he asked when her hands were flat on his chest.

“I have to say I was wrong about a man in a suit.”

“It’stheman in the suit, not the suit itself,” he said, lifting one eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” she said.

His hands were on her waist and sliding up so he could get to the zipper and lower it, but she dropped down on her knees in front of him first. Her fingers were undoing his pants and parting the material wide, then yanked them down fast.

His dick sprang free and grazed her cheek.

“Maybe we should take a shower first,” he said. “It was a little warm in there with all the people and clothing.”

“Nope,” she said. Her tongue came out and licked the length of him. “You’re a man with a masculine musky scent that is drawing me in more.”

He smirked at that but didn’t have a chance to say or do another thing before her mouth opened and she all but swallowed him whole.

“Jesus,” he said.

She was moving up and down. Not fast, not slow, just right.

Her hair was in soft waves over her back, a little messier than when they left and it only made her sexier to him.

The pinkish dress she was wearing was clinging in all the right places, accentuating the curves a man was drawn to.

On her feet were those nude high heels with tiny straps holding them in place, her pretty toes flashing for all to see.

They weren’t coming off until he was finished with her tonight.

He was trying to focus on anything he could right now other than what she was doing to him or making his body feel.

He didn’t want this over too fast but might not get that wish when she started to pump him with her fist, her lips just sucking on the tender tip.

Her eyes glanced up at him and he saw the wicked pleasure she was feeling as she tortured him.

“Enjoying this?” she asked, her fist moving up and down.

“You have to ask?” he said and let out a small groan.

“Just wanted to make sure. Your eyes are glossed over.”

“Trying not to end it too soon.”

She laughed and that hoarse sound vibrated in his chest and he almost called it a night right there.

“That’s not fun,” she said. “You’re going to make me work harder.”

“No,” he said. “You don’t need to do that.” Jesus, he’d never survive.

“I think I do,” she said and laughed some more.

Her other hand came out and cupped his balls and started to massage them while her mouth and hand went back to work.

He had no clue what she was doing, but the combination of sensations was shooting through his body like a pinball on release.

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