Page 90 of Dirty Pucker

Heat flashes in his deep brown eyes. I grab the food and throw it in the fridge. When I walk back over to him, he grabs my waist with both hands. He leans down, lowering his face to my shoulder.

He runs his nose along the bare skin of my shoulder and neck, inhaling. Goosebumps flash across my skin. I gasp.

“Fuck you smell good,” he rasps. “What are you hungry for, sweetheart?”

My knees buckle at hearing him call me that nickname.

“Your cock,” I say through a breath.

He leans back to look at me and a wicked smile tugs at his lips. “Show me your bedroom then.”

I grab him by the hand and walk him down the hallway to my bedroom. I lead him to the foot of the bed and watch as his mahogany eyes go wide.

“Holy shit.” He runs his gaze along the bed, surveying the half-dozen sex toys I set up.

“You said you wanted to watch me play with my toys. I want you to pick which one I use.”

When he turns to me, I take in his expression. He looks like the happiest, smuggest man on the planet.

He pulls me in for another filthy kiss. Then he sheds his jacket and tosses it on the floor, leaving him in just a henley and jeans.

“I can hang that up…”

“Leave it.” His voice is a bossy growl. It makes my clit pulse.

Bossy Del is so sexy.

He sits on the edge of the bed, rests his hands on my hips, and pulls me to stand between his legs.

His rakes his gaze up and down the length of my body. “I like your dress.”

I smile and smooth a hand over the smooth fabric of the light blue cotton sheath dress I wore to work today.

He glances up at me. “The color matches your eyes. So pretty.”

I shiver at the raw want in his voice, at the way he’s admiring me with his gaze and his words.

Arousal pools between my legs. He leans forward, resting his elbow on his knee. He reaches his other hand to me and slides his palm up my leg.

I gasp softly as he grazes his hand along my inner thigh. The back of his hand brushes against my pussy. My legs shake.

That wicked grin reappears as he gazes up at me. “So wet already?”

“I can’t help it. You turn me on. So much.”

His gaze darkens. A low growl rips from his throat. “Hopefully as much as you’re turning me on right now,” he says.

He skims the side of my thong before hooking his thumb around the fabric and sliding it down my hips. He drags the delicate fabric down my thighs and legs. Leaning down, he pullsmy thong to my ankles. When I step out of them, he grabs them and runs his thumb along the wet spot.

He looks at me. “These are mine now.”

My lips part as I let out a breath. I’m speechless.

He sets them next to him on the bed, then stands up.

“Stay still, sweetheart.” He steps behind me and unzips my dress.

Then he sits back down on the bed, facing me, and slides his hand up the skirt of my dress. When he palms my pussy, pleasure shoots up my body. My head falls back as I gasp.

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