Page 57 of Happy Endings

“I thought maybe after we were done planning...” Trixie trailed off.

“You were mad because you thought I tricked you into a booty call, but”—he reached for the hem of her shirt—“you dressed up for me?”

“Yes. I’m a complicated person.” She shrugged. She’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her.

He let go of her wrists and stepped back. His jeans slid down his legs, revealing muscular thighs. Without looking away from her, he removed everything from the waist down. He looked magnificent. She wanted to run her hands down his dark brown thighs and all the way up to his cock. Before she could stop herself, she licked her lips.

“My eyes are up here.”

Trixie looked up. “Sorry, I was distracted by the view.”

Andre’s heart leapt. Wearing a special bra meant that she still wanted him. Cared for him. He sat on the futon, leaving Trixie standing disheveled next to his desk.

“Show me.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it slowly.

Trixie’s eyes darted down. But she pulled her chin up and looked right into his eyes. “Why don’t you unwrap me yourself? It’s more fun this way,” she said with a smirk on her face as she tucked her shirt back into her jeans.

Dammit, why did she insist on doing things her way?

“Come here.” Fine, he’d strip her naked, but she had to come to him. To his surprise she walked over until she stood between his legs.

“Take off your shirt,” he demanded.

“You take off yours first.” Trixie’s eyes dared him to make the first move. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”

“I like the sound of that.” Andre meant it. He was tired of making all the decisions all the time. Demanding Trixie was so fucking hot.

He let go of his cock and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt.

Trixie’s eyes widened as Andre began to pull up his shirt, revealing taut, sexy muscles. He actually heeded her demand. Would he let her call all the shots this time?

“Your turn.” He tossed his shirt onto the floor.

“Not yet. I’m admiring the view.” Trixie bit her lip. “Hot damn.”

Enjoying the attention, Andre struck a model pose. With a thoughtful expression, he straightened his stance and set his hands on his hips, cock jutting out as he turned side to side.

Trixie giggled.

“A lesser guy would take offense at your laughter.” He placed his hands on his heart in mock hurt. “But as you can see”—he swiveled his hips, swinging his erection side to side—“I’m not a lesser guy.”

She couldn’t keep it in any longer. Laughter bubbled out of her. Past Andre had never been this playful during foreplay.

Enjoying her laughter, he transitioned into a montage of poses including the Thinker, a muscleman, and more. With each pose, she couldn’t help but follow the hard lines of his body and his bobbing erection.

“You missed your calling as a nude model.”

“Hell, no. I’m only doing this for you. I don’t show the goods to anybody.”

His playful expression changed into one of lust—no, affection.

“In that case, let me express gratitude for the impromptu show.” Trixie closed the distance between them. She pulled his head up to hers for a kiss.

Andre returned her kiss, deepening it. This kiss was different from their rough, lusty kisses from earlier. With only kisses, they apologized to each other. For all their misunderstandings. For the time they lost because they’d hidden the truth from each other.

Trixie broke their kiss to pull off her shirt. She slid her jeans down her legs. Commanding him to do her bidding turned her on even more. He’d done as she demanded, and knowing she held that power made her want to toss him on the futon and have her way with him.

“Holy. Fuck.”

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