Page 22 of Picture Perfect

Damn. He looked delicious. The hair he sometimes spiked for his gigs or slicked back tonight looked soft and touchable, perfect for running my fingers through—or grabbing and pulling. Immediately, my mind had to go there. And why not? My relationship with him was based first on sex, no matter how mushy I wanted to make it.

Yes, it was time to get real…because I was getting ready to be all about the sex.

But not right this moment. I had this one last hurrah, this one moment where I could feel like a real person for a while. I needed to hold on, enjoy the evening, and use that memory to sustain me through whatever was to come in my deal with the devil.

“No hurry. The smell of mom’s roast beef was driving me crazy. I’m a few minutes early, but I had to get out of there before I pulled up a chair to the stove and just started chowing.”

“That good, huh?”

“Out of this world. And the mashed potatoes…”

“Okay, I can take a hint. Let me finish dressing.”

Shane took one of my hands in his. “We have a little time.”

I paused, knowing I’d been ready to rip that jacket and t-shirt off him the moment he’d walked in the door. Frankly, for an orgasm, I’d be willing to be a few minutes late, especially considering it would probably be the last one I’d have at the hands of a man in a long time. Now that Greg had revealed his true colors and his selfish nature, I somehow doubted—in all the sick scenarios I’d already played out in my mind—he gave two shits how a woman felt in bed.

Well, how I would feel, at any rate.

Shit. I had to quit doing that. Tonight was my last hurrah and I had to enjoy it, needed to fully embrace it. So I smiled up at Shane. “Then you might want to take your jacket off.” He didn’t need to be told twice. “And maybe you can help me decide what to wear.”

The expression on his face told me he wasn’t sure what I was asking, so I backed away a few steps, but I loosened the sash at my waist, letting the robe do its thing. Continuing to walk backward, I ran my finger down my cleavage and grinned at Shane. When he smiled back and took a step toward me, I knew he’d gotten the message. I turned, pulling the robe off my shoulders as I made my way through my bedroom door. By the time I was standing in front of my closet, I was in nothing but those lacy underwear, having tossed the robe on my bed, and Shane entered the room, his jacket and t-shirt in his hand. He dropped them to the floor and approached me, and I turned my head to the open closet door.

As if he were posing for another book cover, he walked right behind me and pulled me close. Already, his cock was digging into my back and I felt myself respond, closing my eyes and leaning into his rock hard body, turning my head slightly. He wound one hand around my waist so that his fingers teased the elastic waist on my panties; his other hand he brought to the base of my jaw, encouraging me to turn my head more to the side. We kissed then in that position and just the taste of his tongue in my mouth made my juices flow, caused the rivers of desire to run rampant through my body. When he began pulling the bra strap down my shoulder, moving his lips to the other shoulder closer to him, I said, “The dresses are over there.”

He actually paused, looking up, and said, “How about that red one?”

I pointed. “That one?”

“No, the one closer to the middle.”

“That’s fuchsia, not red.”

In response, he licked my neck and worked his fingers into the now loose cup of my bra. Teasing my nipple, he whispered, “I think it’d look good on you, no matter what color it is.”

I couldn’t help arching my back to thrust my breast against his hand. I was ready. “I don’t think I like that dress anymore. The belt always rides up.”

His lips muttered against my neck. “So don’t wear a belt.”

“But it looks stupid without it.”

He removed his lips from my neck—my own damn fault—and then said, “Then the black one next to it.” The fingers of his other hand disappeared underneath the fabric of my panties, and I gasped as he slid his finger down my slit, brushing my overly sensitive clit.

I closed my eyes but said, “No. That one hugs my body too much.”

“Then you have to wear it.”

I wasn’t going to say it aloud, but no way. I was meeting his parents—and I already felt a little dirty. I didn’t want to go full slut tonight. There’d be plenty of time for that later—when I was doing it to save my career.

My mood threatened to die with that thought, but Shane was swirling his finger in my wetness now, rubbing my clit until my breathing grew shallow. His cock digging into my back was about to drive me insane. I thrust my fingers into that soft hair and we kissed again, the angle not feeling as awkward as before. By instinct, I began grinding into his finger, ready to let loose.

“Not yet,” he said, removing that amazing finger, leaving me desperate and on the verge of whimpering. I felt his fingers on my hips then before he pulled my panties down. In obedience, they slid to the floor once he released them halfway down my thigh. I heard him pull his zipper down and, shortly after, he splayed his right hand over my belly before pulling me into his body. The way his cock pressed into my back made it feel like he was made of steel. Oh, I needed this man inside me. I shimmied my backside a little in response, but he slid his hand down again, fulfilling his unspoken promise.

He adjusted himself behind me, positioning his cock against my ass while his finger began to work its magic again. I loved the direct stimulation on my clit, but I wanted to feel him fill me up, too, and I knew that angle would make me feel like I was ready to explode. I pressed my ass into him and bent at the waist. Then I shoved my ass out, making it impossible for him to continue his finger play. I turned my head to look up at him, and I didn’t need to say a word. I saw it on his face. He bent over to fetch his wallet out of the jeans bunched against his calves and in seconds was rolling a condom over his cock. I bit my lip, anticipating the way he would feel sliding into my wetness.

His hands on my hips felt like heaven as he bent his knees to get the right angle. In that position, I didn’t need to spread my legs wide, just enough for him to find entry. And when he did, I relished that initial foreign feeling, that sensation of fullness. I moaned as he began driving into me with a slow rhythm. As I sensed my muscles growing taut in response once again, I slid my fingers between my legs, needing to finish what Shane had started. My fingers found my clit and swirled against it, sending a jolt of fresh tension through my nerves. Another thrust of Shane’s throbbing cock into my warmth followed by my fingers teasing my most sensitive spot shot me close to climax. I could feel the heady rush of chemicals preparing to release themselves throughout my body, almost like leading a racehorse to the gate and preparing it to begin bolting down the track. It was then that I noticed my breath coming in shallow gasps, my thighs quivering in desperation.

And then it happened, my brain exploding as my entire body enjoyed the beginning of an amazing orgasm. “Oh, Shane,” I cried as another wave of pleasure crashed over my body like a waterfall.

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