Page 84 of Curveball

“I’m going to fuck you in this dress tonight. It’s going to be around your waist before the evening is through. My tongue will slide through your sweetness. My cock will run through your tightness.” He moves his hand down to my ass, applying a little pressure along the center. “Maybe I’ll take you here again. Another first that belonged to me.”

I swallow hard. Holy fuck. He’s never publicly done anything like this before. I’m not sure where it’s coming from.

He gives me a deep inhale. “I can smell how wet I’m making you. I bet no other man has ever made you this wet.”

Damn fucking straight they haven’t.

He whispers in my ear, “And if anyone is going to be youroil boy, it will be me. I know every inch of your body. I look forward to exploring it in a few hours.”

He pushes off the wall. “Later, Shortcake. Don’t go disappearing on me.”

QUINCY

We’re on the bus heading back to Philly. Gemma and Trey are full-blown making out in the corner. It’s not remotely unusual for those two.

Layton is unashamedly groping my sister throughout the entire ride. I’m trying not to look, but I think his hand is up her dress.

I keep telling myself that she’s twenty-eight, smart, and can more than handle herself. It’s not easy.

Normally I would say something, but right now I’m focused on Ripley. Seeing her in that dress and knowing she’ll be modeling lingerie has given me a never-ending boner. I will absolutely be going to that shoot, no matter what.

We’ve been glancing at each other all night. She’s as turned on as I am. I can tell. She’s flushed and has gnawed at that lower lip for over an hour. The sexual tension between us is about to reach a boiling point.

I’m sitting there with a drink. My legs are spread as I mentally stalk my prey, just counting the seconds until I can pounce.

I see her staring at me, rubbing her legs together. She’s breathing at an increased rate. She’s so beautiful I can barely manage myself.

I pull out my phone.

Me: How wet is your pussy right now?

She pulls her phone from her purse and looks down at my message. She’s still for a few beats, contemplating her response.

Finally, my phone pings.

Ripley: It’s a good thing this dress isn’t a loaner.

I look up at her, and she’s running that damn lip through her teeth.

I write back.

Me: I can almost taste you. My Strawberry Shortcake. Where do you want to come first, my tongue or my cock? Both are happening.

Her phone pings and she looks down. She briefly closes her eyes before opening them. Staring at me, she mouths, “Tongue.”

I nod at her. I’m so fucking hard right now. This bus couldn’t possibly be going any slower.

We drop Trey and Gemma first. He carries her and sprints off the bus. They’re followed by Ezra. In a surprise move, Bailey gets off the bus with Ezra to a sea of catcalls.

Cheetah and I look at each other in shock. We know he’s been crushing on her, but she’s shown no interest.

As we pull up to Layton’s building, I offer to escort both Arizona and Ripley home, to which Kam lets out a laugh and says, “Did you even see the cover photo? Didyou pick up on any tension at the party or on this bus, or are you simply deaf, dumb, and blind? If you don’t realize that they’re about to go fuck their brains out all night, you’re an idiot.”

I cringe at her words but Cheetah bursts into laughter. “Kam bam, you’re one of a kind. Q, have another drink. Say good night to Layton and your sister. She’sdefinitelynot staying on this bus with us.”

Arizona waves and gives me an antagonistic smile. “Have a good night. I know I will.”

They exit the bus and walk toward his private elevator. I run my fingers through my hair. “Oh god, is he going to hurt her?”

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