Page 111 of The Fixer

Another two days passed,and Joy had yet to arrange her return trip to Chicago. But what incentive did she have with Charlie constantly distracting her? He was so good at it, like this morning as they got ready for work. He picked her up, tossed her on the bed, and went all vampire on her neck. Amid her giggles, she somehow wound up on top of him. She pushed him flat on his back and straddled his hips.

Amused surprise flickered in his eyes. “Something I can do for you, princess?”

She propped herself on her hands and leaned over him, her mouth inches from his. “Yes. You can lie still like a good boy while I do something foryou.” Desire to wrap her lips around him ignited within her.

“Are you trying to make me late for work?”

“It’s a possibility, but let’s not forget you’re the one who started playtime.” With an eagerness that was becoming commonplace, she undid his fly and tugged his jeans and boxers down his long, muscular legs. Hehelped by kicking them off the rest of the way while she sat back on her heels and enjoyed the sight of his erection springing free.

That cocky grin that made her weak-kneed spread over his face. “Enjoying the show?”

“Immensely. And I do appreciate how helpful you are when it comes to taking off your clothes.”

He tucked two fingers into her waistband and tugged downward. “Yours too.”

“Not just yet.” She pounced, lapping at the smooth surface of his crown.

“Hang on,” he grunted and hauled her upright by her armpits before reclining on his back once more.

Sure she’d bungled at playing the seductress, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. “What did I do wrong?”

“Not a damn thing. But you’re wearing too many clothes.” Lust glinted with a dark sheen in his orbs as he made a vague wave up and down her body. Then his dirty mouth got into the action. “I want to feel your bare tits against my legs while you’re sucking me off. Strip for me, princess.”

On cue, her nipples puckered. With a smirk, she took her time shimmying out of her top, leaving her in her white lace bra. His eyes smoldered as he watched her.

“Now the bra,” he croaked.

Slowly, she reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp, letting the cups release, but she didn’t pull it off. “Bottoms too?” she asked with every ounce of innocence she could muster.

“All of it. Off.”

She rose up on her knees and worked off the shorts, leaving her in tiny panties and the bra she was trying her damnedest to keep in place. His cock jutted toward the ceiling, seeming to grow even bigger.

“You’re killing me, princess,” he groaned.

She cupped her ear. “What was it you wanted again? I’m not so good at this.”

He pointed down. “Your hot little mouth, right here.”

She licked her lips, relishing the power that surged inside her. She slid the bra from her arms and delighted in the way his eyes flared. With unhurried movements, she wriggled out of the panties and flipped her hands to the side. “Like this?”

“Fuck yes. I’m about to explode.”

“Well, we don’t want to waste anexplosion, now do we?” She went into a crouch and slithered up his body, sliding her skin against his, until she reached his neck. His fingers twined in her hair and tugged as she sucked and kissed her way to his bobbing Adam’s apple and back down to his collarbones. Under his rapt gaze, she took her time licking and flicking her way across his chest, down his blocky abs to his belly button, where she spent a great deal of time until he snorted.

“That tickles.” His stomach muscles contracted and smoothed out with his laughter.

“Hmm. Well, does this tickle?” She laved a path down his happy trail, watching him as she went.

A sharp intake of air. “No.”

“How about this?” She grasped his rock-hard length and treated it like an ice cream cone.

His eyes burned into hers, and he gasped out, “N-no.”

“Good to know.” She proceeded to lick her way up, down, and around before taking him into her mouth and sucking hard. His expression transformed into something that was a combination of ecstasy and agony.

He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, stabby breaths moving in and out of his lungs. “Jesus fucking …” The rest of his words were garbled moans.

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