Page 65 of Wicked Fantasies

“What can I say?” she joked. “I’m a doughnut whore.”

She noticed the laundry basket in his hands “What are you doing?”

“Laundry. We’re going to be in a whole world of hurt come tomorrow if we don’t try and get some of our usual weekend chores outta the way.”

She turned up her nose at his words. “I kind of liked forgetting about the real world for a while.”

Colt kissed her softly as his free hand ran through her hair. “Oh baby, we can make the world go away anytime you want to. In fact, I was thinking about you when I was doing the laundry.”

“Terrific,” she teased. “I’ve always wanted a pile of smelly socks to remind someone of me.”

“It wasn’t the socks, darlin’, but the dryer.”

“Dryer?”

“Come see.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the laundry room. As soon as they entered the small room, he set down the basket, then turned and lifted her up on top of the running dryer. The warm vibrations instantly triggered her arousal.

“Oh, wow.”

“I knew you’d like that.” He seemed pleased by her response. Working the buttons free on the jeans she’d donned only a few minutes earlier, he pulled the zipper down, and gripped her hips. “What are you doing with pants on? I ought to tan your hide for getting dressed without permission. Let’s get these off.”

She knew instantly where he was heading. He was tall enough that what he obviously had in mind would work perfectly.

She giggled with glee at the thought and quickly divested herself of her pants and panties. The sensation of the dryer against her bare ass increased her arousal.

She and Colt bumped heads in their rush to free him from the confines of his own jeans and they laughed until his cock touched the opening to her wet channel.

“Are you on the Pill, darlin’?”

Glancing down, she realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Yes,” she answered, scooting closer to the edge, pushing the head of his cock inside of her.

He winced at her action. “I’m clean, but it’s up to you. There are condoms in the bedroom.”

“Don’t you dare leave me. Come inside, Colt. I want to feel you. Just you. Please.”

Her invitation issued, he shoved in to the hilt with one hard thrust.

“God, yes. Darlin’, you have no idea how good that feels.”

“Yes, I do,” she confirmed.

No other words were necessary as he began to move in and out of her body. The hot vibrations of the dryer outside and Colt’s hard, searing movements inside sent her over the top in an instant. She cried out, but he captured the sound with his mouth.

Claiming all her moans with his lips against hers, he continued to rock into her, pushing her higher. When she came again, he fell with her, shouting out his love, pulling her tightly against his body.

As they came back to themselves, Kylie leaned back with a satisfied grin. “All the doughnuts in the world couldn’t make me feel like that.”

The sound of Colt’s cell phone interrupted their shared laughter. He pulled up his jeans and grabbed it off the hallway table right before the voice mail kicked in.

“I’m off duty,” he barked into the receiver and she sighed. He was obviously being pulled in to work and she was disappointed at the prospect of her fantasy weekend being cut short.

“Fine, fine. I’ll give you one hour, that’s it. This is bullshit, Dave, and you know it.” Colt clicked the cell shut aggressively and gave her an apologetic look.

She offered him a sympathetic smile. “Don’t explain. Just go. The sooner you get there, the sooner you can get back.”

He walked over to her, explanation on his lips, but she halted his words. “I mean it, Colt. It’s okay. Just hurry back to me.”

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