Page 54 of Hot Shot

I feel his smile. “You want me to stop?”

“If you do, I’ll have to hurt you.”

He lifts his head, lips curved into a smile of wicked intent.

I pivot on one of my spiky high heels and take his hand, leading him down the hall to my bedroom.

“Another great idea,” he says, following with his hands on my waist.

My heart thumping wildly, I pause uncertainly once inside the room. I start to turn to face him, but he stops me and instead sweeps my hair aside and kisses the back of my neck. “Turn on the lamp.”

I throw him a glance over my shoulder as I move to the nightstand, holding my dress against my chest with one hand. “Bossy.”

“I do like to control things.”

“Lucky for you I’m in agreement on this issue. But don’t assume I always will be.”

He grins. Once again, I’m struck by the shot of brilliance that smile sends right to my heart.

Should I be ashamed of the fact that I like his bossiness? Nah. I’m just going to enjoy this. Every minute. Every muscle.

I click on the lamp and turn back to him. He’s right there, all big and radiating heat and strength.

“Let’s get rid of this.” He pushes the dress down my arms and it drops to the floor.

I suck in a breath, standing in my black bra and thong, my nipples tight points. Marco reaches behind me for the clasp of my bra and tugs it away. His eyes hot and avid, he studies me, then plucks at my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, pinching and tugging. My shoulders go back and I bite my lip as sensation races through me, my core clenching tight. I drag my gaze away from his face momentarily to look down at myself, at his big brown fingers tugging at my pale pink nipples—just the very tips of my breasts—the erotic sight exciting me almost unbearably.

“So pretty,” he murmurs. “Look at you.” He takes that moment to cup my breasts in his palms, molding them, squeezing them. Hot pleasure swells inside me.

Sensible thought has been obliterated by lust. My greedy vagina is screaming for attention. “Damn you,” I moan.

His hands still.

“No, not you,” I clarify in a breathless tone.

He looks around the room as if searching for the other person I was talking to.

I huff out a laugh. “I was talking to my girl parts.”

One eyebrow launches up. “Cool.”

“Why is that cool?”

“Because I talk to my dick.”

I roll my lips in on a smile. “Does he have a name?”

“Of course.”

“What is it?” My eyes widen.

“I’m not sure we know each other well enough to share that.”

Another choked laugh escapes me. “Oh. It must be good then.”

“He is good. Very good.” He squeezes my breasts again. “So why were you talking to your pussy?”

“Because she’s a demanding bitch.” Another soft moan escapes me as he caresses my boobs, then pinches my nipples again.

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