Page 27 of Mensa's Match

His eyes met mine. “Because it isn’t.”

My brows arched. “Oh?”

He stared into my eyes for an eternity. “Three hours isn’t going to be enough, so I hope you don’t have to be anywhere before ten.”

I hated myself for it, but I giggled. “Ten? Really?”

His intensely serious tone caught my attention. “Yeah, really. It’s after three-thirty, and I plan to eat you out… no. I’m gonna suck on both your gorgeous tits, then eat you out. Luckily that doesn’t require protection.”

“Mm-hmm,” I murmured.

He grunted a chuckle. “I’ll see your mm-hmm in t-minus twenty minutes. You’re going to be screaming after I put my mouth on your clit. Besides, after I got you good and primed, I’m gonna fuck you missionary and watch you come because I’ve thought of nothing else for fifteen months.”

“Fifteen?”

“Yeah. Now,youstay focused. The second time I take you will be in a spoon position on our sides, and not to jinx it, butthat one’s been my favorite for months now, even if I haven’t implemented it with you.”

My legs squirmed beneath him with my excitement. To say I wanted all of that was like saying preschoolers wanted Christmas gifts.

Listening to him, I wondered if the rumors were true. I’d heard from ‘sources’ that Mensa believed firmly in being a giver. He wanted women to get theirs before he ever took his orgasm.

I couldn’t wait to be the recipient of his giving nature, even if I wanted to give back to him at the same time.

He had hold of my hands and hovered over me. Then he lowered himself so we were chest-to-chest and crotch-to-crotch. “Last time, Whitney. Do you want this?”

I stared up at him. “Yes. I want this, Mensa. If you don’t, now’s the time to say so.”

Chapter 8

Headstrong

Mensa

He turned his headto the side. She had a helluva knack for turning shit around on him.

His cock was weeping with the need to be buried inside her, and here she was, throwing his shit back at him.

Again.

Still.

His mind replayed the last two minutes, and her words resounded crystal clear.

“Yes.”And,“I want this, Mensa.”

She wanted him, and God knew he’d wanted her for a long time.

Those lips wrapped around his cock were sheer heaven.

He wanted to get back to that, but first, he had to take care of her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

Her body under him made him crazy. He felt like he was even more on the verge of losing control. That didn’t happen to him.

This didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.

He stared down into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Nothing’s wrong.”

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