Page 63 of Scarlet Angel

She places her finger over my lips, shushing me.

“Let me ask you questions. And then you answer me. Can we play that game?”

“Is that the only game we’re going to play?”

“That depends on your answers.”

“Hmm. It’s like a high-stakes poker match. Or strip poker. I’m down for that.”

“Are you attracted to me?”

“Give me your hand.” My cock is rock-hard. Sadly, she doesn’t comply, but her pupils enlarge when she glances down.

“I don’t think that’s necessary. My vision’s quite?—”

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. But you know that, don’t you, love?”

“Since you first saw me? At Willow’s wedding?”

She can’t exactly be surprised. Even Leo noticed, on his wedding day, no less. He raised an eyebrow. He saw it. No need for admonishment. I was in the coastal village for only a few hours.

“What do you like about me?”

“Your bravery. Strength.” She narrows her eyes, but her fingers reach my shirt, and she undoes a button.Christ.

“Are you being honest with me?”

“Those were the first attributes that came to mind. But, of course, there are other things, too. Your perky tits. Slender neck. Porcelain skin. Fiery strands. Eyes I see when I close mine. You’re like a siren.”

“You want to shag me?”

Her fingers are on my chest, right over my sternum. The soft pads of her fingers burn like fire. My cock is probably dripping cum.

“Well, if you want to do that, I need to get to know you, and I need you to answer me truthfully.” She sounds like a primary school mistress.

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I can convince you to give me a hand job while we’re playing this game?”

She smiles like I’m being funny. I’m not. That was the worst fucking pickup line. My brain’s gone rogue. But I really want her hands on me. I love them on my chest, but fuck, I want them lower.

“Tell me about your childhood.”

All I want is for her to sit on my lap and sink down on my cock, and she’s?—

“Where did you grow up?”

“London, mostly. Summers in Greece.”

“Did you have a good childhood?”

“Yes. Until…” I don’t talk about this.

Her palm flattens on my chest. She’s undone my entire shirt.Lower.

“Tell me. Here. Let’s shift.” She gets out of the chair.Fuck. “Sit in the center.” I do as she says, and she straddles me, one thigh on each side, and her center covers my groin.Lord, yes.

She rocks her hips, and the pressure and heat on my length is out of this world. “Does that feel good?”

My hands fall to her hips. My breaths are coming quick and fast, like I’ve run miles. “You know it does.”

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