Page 49 of Desperate Desires

“I know that. I’m just being honest with you. But next time you wanna go dancing, tell me,” he growled.

“Tell you? I will never ask any man for permission to go dancing,” I said, narrowing my gaze.

“Not permission, Bellezza. Just tell me so I can go, too. So I can keep my girl safe.”

“I’m not your girl. You don’t even know me,” I whispered as he stalked closer.

“I know you. I got precum leaking all over my boxers for you, Baby. Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” he growled, cupping his big hand over his dick.

I swallowed loudly as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his thighs, leaving him standing in gray boxer briefs with an obvious dark spot right where the tip of his dick was.

“You know me. And you want this dick, Doc, I know you do. You want me.”

Holy. Fuck.

He was right. I did know him, and I did want him.

Shit.

I should hate him for knowing it.

“Tell me you want me.”

His command was undeniable, and I nodded my head. Lying was no use.

The obnoxiously hot man could apparently fucking tell if I lied.

“Words, Baby. I need your words,” he growled, and the air felt electrified by our desire.

My body heated and my panties were soaked. I wondered if he could see. Wondered if my slick made my jeans wet, too.

“I want this. I want you,” I whispered.

This wasn’t the time for me to play the coy miss. I wasn’t one of those women in Aunt Sof’s books.

I was simply me. A woman with doubts and fears, but also a woman with desires and needs.

Ono was right. Denial was pointless.

I pushed away all my self-doubt as I pulled my blouse over my head and unzipped my pants. I was a big girl, getting undressed for anyone was nerve-wracking.

Especially when I was getting undressed for the big, sexy man standing in my living room.

Faster than I would have given him credit for, Ono crossed the distance between us and grabbed the waist of my jeans, taking over.

“Let me,” he growled and pulled them down, kneeling at my feet.

He took off my socks and shoes, making quick work of my pants next.

Then he wrapped his big hands around my hips and maneuvered me, so I was standing right against the back of the sofa.

“Hold on,” he growled, pressing his face forward and nuzzling my sex over my red cotton briefs.

I was a sucker for matching my underwear to my clothes.

Red top meant red panties and bra.

But I couldn’t really focus on that as Ono tugged the fabric to the side and pressed his tongue to my dripping slit.

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