Page 40 of Gin & Sin

“I won’t forget.”

“See you later, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Kit.”

I end the call, sinking down into the water, my porn forgotten in favor of the warm, tingly feeling spreading through me. He calls me gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, sweetheart. I know he doesn’t mean them on any kind of deeper level, but dang, it feels good to hear words like that aimed at me.

By ten o’clockI’m restless and horned up, but I force myself to go to bed. I have no idea when Kit will show up, and if it’s after the bar closes, that’s hours from now.

I nestle in the blankets and burrow my face in my pillows, filled with thoughts of the sexy man draping himself around me, his breath warming my neck as he gently sucks the skin there. Everything is hazy, like the best dream, and even in this state, my cock reacts. It’s an impossible hope to think that this thing with us could last, that I could actually keep him in my bed until morning, but that’s what dreams are for—achieving the impossible.

As I drift, I can almost feel Kit’s lips trace a path down my body, his hard cock pressing against my ass, his deft fingers massaging my thighs. Every touch is charged, like there’s an electric current surging through me straight to my dick.

I stir in my sleep, backing into a hard body, and gasp.

“Hi, baby,” Kit whispers.

“You’re real.”

“Did you think you were dreaming?”

I nod, rubbing my face into my pillow. “What time is it?”

“Three, three-thirty. Something like that.”

“Mmm. Aren’t you tired?”

“Not too tired to deliver on a promise. Were you good for me?”

I moan, rubbing my ass against his cock. “Yes. I’m naked.”

“I know.” He drags his hand up my thigh, barely brushing against my erection. “I like the scent of the body wash or soap you use. You smell biteable.”

“Do it. Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, I will.” He peppers the side and back of my neck with kisses. “I’ve been thinking about this all night. What I would do when I got here, all those pretty sounds you make as I work you over. Addictive.”

I buck my hips again. “God, I want you so much.”

“You have me, babe. I’m right here.”

Kit tickles my thighs and belly with his fingers, then teases me by faintly dancing them up and down my shaft. My balls tighten, threatening to explode already.

“Did you have fun being edged?” Kit asks. “Because I did. I imagined you walking around with your gorgeous cock all hard and weeping for me.”

“Kit,” I moan.

“Mmm.” He nibbles my earlobe before sucking on my neck. “I thought about your coworkers. Your students too. So many of them want you, I just know it.”

“Kit…”

“But I have you.” He sucks harder on my neck, and even though I’m vaguely aware that he’s going to leave a mark, the idea lights me up in all new ways. Hewantspeople to know he did this to me.

Finally, he glides his hands between my legs, stroking my cock and balls with a firm touch that makes me want to jackknife off the bed.

“Sticky,” he whispers. “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

I buck against him. “Yes.”

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