Page 72 of Get Undressed With Me

“I’m fine. Having a great time. The best.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you suck at lying?”

“Everyone I’ve ever met.”

He nodded, moving closer and leaning over her, caging her near the sink as he propped his hands lean on either side of her.

“Why are we in here?” he asked.

“You let her touch you.”

Brittany knew it was going to sound ridiculous, and it definitely did, but she couldn’t help it. The moment kept replaying in her mind, making her angrier with each repetition.

Gus lifted a hand and touched her cheek gently, stroking back toward her ear.

“Diamond is a toucher. She doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“She shouldn’t be touching you.”

“Oh yeah?” His hand cupped the back of her head, burying itself in her hair, and he leaned so close she could feel his breath on her lips. “Why’s that?”

Brittany thought about it, realizing something stupid and wonderful. He was hers, and she didn’t want someone else touching him, and she no longer cared if that was weird or over the top. She stared at Gus, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth a little open, and he must have realized her thought process because he was smiling a little.

“We haven’t even kissed yet,” is what she ended up saying.

“Brittany, when I kiss you, I’m not going to stop. So you better be absolutely certain this is what you want, because there is no going back for me.”

She stared at him, still trying to figure out how this happened, still trying to figure out how she missed all the signs, but one thing became very, suddenly clear.

“Gus, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to punch you in the nuts.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you’d never say that.”

And then his mouth met hers, and she was fucking done. Fireworks exploded in her head as the hand at the back of her head held her firmly in place, tilting her so he could get a better angle. His tongue invaded, claiming her mouth, stealing her breath, marking her as his in a way that made her want to melt into a puddle. Her hands went to his chest, then slid up, wrapping around his neck and pulling to get him closer, closer, wanting to feel his heat and electricity, wanting him practically inside her, engulfing her, never wanting him to stop.

He reached down with his free hand, grabbing behind one leg and pulling her up, landing her butt on the narrow ledge of the sink and then stepping between her legs.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled in her ear. “With your red fucking lips and these tiny shorts and those fuck-meknee-highs. I’ve been dying to feel your skin since you left me this morning. Can I please touch you?”

“God, yes,” she moaned into his mouth, pulling up his T-shirt so he could feel her nylon socks against his skin as she wrapped her legs around him, and he groaned.

His hand dipped low on her back to keep her balanced against him and then dipped lower, sliding under her waistband, slipping into her panties and grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing. Brittany’s nails dug into his back where she was gripping him, gasping for breath as his mouth left hers to find her cheek, her ear, her neck, giving each place its own little bite.

“You taste so fucking good. Tell me you’re wet for me, Brittany. I need to feel you.”

She couldn’t answer, so lost in the sensation of his teeth nipping her just above her breast, the buttons of her blouse somehow open and exposing her bra. His hand on her ass slipped out of her shorts, and she felt its loss for only a moment before he zipped open her shorts and slid his hand down exactly where she needed him. He caught her moan with a kiss, swallowing it.

“Keep it down, killer. I’m guessing this would ruin Theo’s yelp rating.”

But Brittany couldn’t think about anything but Gus. “Touch me before I die.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His whole hand cupped her, grabbing her, his grip pulsing on her in a way that she would’ve said she hated in concept but in practice had her back arching, her breasts thrusting in his face. He gladly took the hint, sucking one nipple into his mouth.

“That’s it. Take what you need.”

His fingers began moving in circles, slow to start and then speeding up until she was panting, her nails gripping his shoulder, the wave of sensation rising within her as she thoughtof how this was Gus’s hand touching her, Gus’s mouth on her breast, Gus’s hard cock pressed into her thigh.

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