Page 105 of Passed Ball

Pulling her lip down with the fruit, my mouth replaces it, and she shivers beneath me as I drag it down her neck and over her collarbone.

"Well?" My voice is rough.

She swallows, and I chase the bob of her throat with my tongue. "Not bad." Her voice breaks, betraying her. "V-very refreshing."

"Not bad?" My gaze slips from her lips, following the line of her sternum down to where her tank top dips low, teasing at what lies beneath the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. "You'll be begging for me to feed it to you in no time."

Her breath catches as my mouth descends on her, sucking up drops of juice before they stain the hem of her white tank top. The trail of red melds with the wetness from my tongue glistening against her skin.

"So fucking pretty." I press my lips to the top of each mound. "But I want more. I'm so greedy for you." Her lips part as I lean closer, the strawberry tracing slow, deliberate paths, back and forth, over her chest. "Still think the hot dog was a better choice?"

Her laugh is a shaky exhale, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I don't know. It's pretty hard to beat a stadium dog."

Well, that won't fucking do.My hands find the hem of her tank before she can take another breath. "Arms up." I hastily pull the ribbed tank top over her head, taking a moment to appreciate the way her bra pushes her breasts together."Game on, sweetheart. You're never going to look at a strawberry again without turning my favorite shade of pink."

I don't waste any time because seven days was more than enough. Flicking the front clasp of her bra open, I step back in awe. The way her heavy tits spring free almost does me in.

I swipe my thumb across my bottom lip. "This body drives me mad--youdrive me mad. Now what the hell am I going to do about it?"

"I thought you were going to feed me?" she challenges. "Give me something more . . . filling."

Each time, Vivienne gets a little more bold in the bedroom, letting more of the woman I know outside of the bedroom shine. And the way she's talking to me right now has my dick harder than ever.

"So damn eager. Lose the shorts for me while I decide what part of you I want to start with." My voice comes out raspy, my mouth dry and my tongue heavy.

Without taking her eyes off of me, she shimmies her shorts down her hips, swaying as she works them off her body. Standing in front of me in nothing but a barely-there lace thong that sits high on her hips, highlighting the curves she wears so well, I know exactly how I want her.

But first she needs to come. I advance on her. In one quick step, I set the fruit aside, and put my hands on her waist, lifting her easily onto the counter.

A hiss of her warm breath hits my neck when her ass hits the cool marble counter. A split second later I'm removing that last barrier keeping me from what I so desperately want--no,need.

Definitely need.

I don't know how or when it happened, but I'm so fucking gone for Vivienne. And even though that's not what we agreed to, I don't fucking care. I'm going to keep being gone for her.

With her thong fluttering to the floor, I push her hips back. My palm coasts down her legs, banding around her ankle. Fuck, even those are pretty. I place a kiss on each, lifting them until her feet are flat on the counter.

"Jesus," she mutters.

"Look at you." My eyes rake over every inch of her, catching on all my favorite parts: the softness of her as she leans back on her elbows for support, the swell of her hip, and the glistening spot between her legs that is calling to me. "Open for me so I can see all of you," I praise, my elbow pushing her knees open further.

They fall wider, giving me what I want. I pick up the strawberry from beside her and trace the same path I did earlier. The warmth of her skin has it nearly soft enough to eat, and by the time I'm through it will be ripe for tasting, succulent and dripping.

I spend extra time circling her nipples into tight buds, alternating cold swipes of the strawberry and feverish kisses until she's clutching my hair and whimpering my name.

"It's been too long," she whispers, her voice sharp with need when my mouth pops free.

"I know, sweetheart." I reach below the counter, palming my

covered cock.

"Why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

All my clothes in fact. She's delightfully naked while I stand over her with everything but my shoes on.

"If I weren't, I'd already be buried deep inside you." I reach around the island, grabbing a stool and sliding it between my legs. This late in the season I'm not too proud to admit my body hurts. Besides, it puts me at the perfect height to be able to devour her without getting an inconvenient cramp.

She squeaks out a surprised laugh when I lift her by the hips, cradling her back and pulling her closer to me.

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