Page 115 of The Enforcer

Her giggle was unexpected, as was so much about her actions and the way she handled herself. I backed her against the edge of the counter, planting my hands on either side of her.

“As I said, I’m not finished yet, big boy,” she told me. “I need to put the whipped cream away.”

“You are finished if I say you are.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

I jutted my hips forward, grinding them back and forth until a slight moan slipped past her lips. “Are you certain of that because from where I stand, it seems otherwise.”

“You are the most incorrigible man I’ve ever met. Perhaps in the entire world. My hands are wet.”

“That’s not going to be the only thing that’s wet, my sweet angel.” I pulled away just enough to be able to lift her skirt.

“What are you doing?” She even slapped at my hands. As if that was going to stop me.

“Taking what I want. And what I deserve, I might add.”

“What makes you think you deserve anything?”

I cocked my head and she rolled her eyes in response. “I will take what I want.”

“Who said anyone is stopping you?”

Noticing Magnum had his head alert, watching us intently, I winked, laughing subtly when he dropped his head. His reaction to me had been sweet and something we’d both needed.

“My monster likes you,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist, sliding her fingers under my shirt.

“I guess that’s good. Maybe you’ll keep me around.” I brushed hair from one side of her neck, nuzzling against her heated skin as my cock pressed brutally against my jeans.

She dragged her nails all the way down my back, her grin more teasing than before. I shook my head as if she’d been a bad girl before sliding my hands to the elastic of her thong. I kissed her lips softly as I started rolling it past her hips. She tried to push me away, but her breathing was ragged, her eyelids half closed.

By now she should know she was as addicted to me as I was to her.

I yanked the thong down to the floor, lifting her hips and kicking the already damp material out of the way myself.

If her gasp was an attempt to stop me, she should know better. I jerked the skirt up another few inches. While doing so, I eyed the bowl of whipped cream she’d made for the strawberries. She might not be able to cook, but her idea for dessert was all I needed.

With an evil grin on my face, I dug three fingers through the still cool dip, holding my hand above her head as she issued the cutest growl.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“Tsk. Tsk. Don’t be argumentative with me. I am in charge.” Before she had a chance to object, I dropped down to my knees, opening her legs wide.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re a bad man.”

I blew across her wetness. “You’re just figuring that out?” The moment I slathered her pussy and the insides of both thighs with the cream, she threw her head back and moaned.

“So bad. What are you doing to me?”

I didn’t bother to answer, preferring to show her instead. As soon as I dipped my face into her wetness, she smacked her hand against my head, laughing at the same time.

She was trembling as I dragged my tongue up the length of her, nibbling on her clit as soon as I did. My face was already covered in the cream, but I didn’t care. Later, I might require her to make another batch so I could bathe her in the sweet treat. Of course, I would feast on her afterward.

Once I buried my face into her, she acted as if her knees were going to buckle. I held both her legs open, rolling my thumb around her clit as I feasted.

“This is crazy. You’re nuts. I…” Her laugh was higher pitched, her entire body shaking.

I adored her reaction, the way she couldn’t hold back anything from me keeping me fully aroused. She fisted my hair, not to keep me from what I was doing, but to drive my face deeper into her.

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