Page 25 of The Love Wager

His tongue pushes against the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. He finds no resistance from me, and I moan when our kiss deepens.

We bump into the counter, then the thin wall, which sends a photo crashing to the ground. The couch end table scrapes my leg before we make it back to where we started. I’m weightless for a moment when he tosses me to the couch. My body lands with a bounce, and I use the free moment to shuck my dress over my head.

I thank the goddess above for the forethought to throw on the sheer matching set embroidered with black flowers.

“Jesus, fuck woman. Definitely a witch.” His awestruck tone sends a shiver down my spine.

His heady gaze emboldens my lust-riddled brain, and my hands move on their own accord, squeezing my breasts together while my fingers tighten around my firm nipples. “Does that mean you agree to my second condition?”

“Just remember you asked for this, beautiful.” The dimpled grin he shoots me before dropping to his knees with a thud gives me a front-row view of the man behind the curtain.

He strips my panties down my legs, baring my heated flesh to the air-conditioned apartment. He leans down, and I expect to feel the caress of his wet tongue. What he does instead shocks me.

A deep inhale fills the silence between us. “You smell divine, Indie. Now, let me see if you taste just as good.”

Sound the alarm; the curt bar owner turns into a dirty talking fiend at the sight of pussy.

I’m here for it.

He dives in, licking me with the enthusiasm of a starved man. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to build in my core. My heels dig into his back to anchor me when I arch off the couch, pushing my pussy onto his tongue. His rough beard adds to the over-sensitizing flick against my clit, and I scream out my release.

Relaxing back onto the couch, my chest heaves, trying to draw oxygen into my overworked lungs. My eyes skate down my body to his face between my thighs. When our gaze meets, he pulls back, licking my juices from his lips and running a hand down his glistening beard.

“Don’t move. I gotta find a condom.”

I do as he demands, becoming one with the couch, listening to the end credits of the movie we’d forgotten about and the rustling of him digging through a drawer in the other room. My eyes fall heavy as the post-orgasmic haze takes hold. I don’t know how long he leaves me there, but being jostled into solid arms brings back my consciousness.

“You’re not tapping out on me already, are you?”

“Just a little power nap so I can rock your world, big guy.”

“Big guy, huh?” He laughs at the nickname.

“Yeah, I saw that bulge. Twice now. Trust me, there’s plenty down there for me to work with.”

It only takes him a couple of strides from the small living room area to his bed tucked against the other wall. Instead ofthrowing me on it like he did with the couch, he leans down, crushing our bodies together, his lips fusing with mine.

His kisses are like the sweetest wine, addictive and bound to leave me with a killer hangover in the morning.

“Please, tell me you found a condom,” I pant, breaking away.

His hand slides from beside my head, disappearing behind his back. A row of foil packets hangs from his fingers when he leans up. “These should do,” he says with a wink and drops them to the mattress.

He steals his heat from me, and goosebumps pebble across my skin. A whine of protest tumbles from my lips. But all displeasure ceases when his hand reaches behind his head and pulls the tee shirt from his hulking form.

“Holy fucking shit,” I whisper, but not quiet enough because his lips quirk into a shit-eating grin. “Don’t get cocky on me now,” I scold, but honestly, he deserves to be with a body like that.

His broad chest has a thin dusting of dark hair. And those abs look cut from stone, or maybe it’s from more hours than I’d deem necessary to spend in the gym. He lets me take my fill, slowly popping the button from his jeans before he shoves them down, revealing a pair of tight black briefs molded to a thick cock tucked behind them.

My mouth waters at the tease of what’s coming. I’m not usually one to offer head with a one-night stand. But I don’t see this as a onetime thing between us. I mean, how could it be, when we’re bound to each other for the rest of the week I’m here? A girl has needs, and if he fucks like he kisses, I’ll be begging for more.

“Tell me what’s going through that crazy head of yours.”

“I want to taste you.”

His eyebrows raise at my request, and his thumbs tuck into the band of his briefs. Then they’re gone, shoved to the ground,and kicked away, leaving him gloriously naked. I push off the mattress, trying to sit up and move down to him, but he catches my chest with his callused palm.

“You can taste me later, red. I need to feel that pussy squeezing the life out of my cock. Right. Now.”

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