Page 47 of Sleepless Nights and Hockey Fights

When his tongue rejoins his talented fingers, it’s only seconds until my cry of release bounces off the living room walls. It’s so loud I wonder afterward if Ramona and Amir heard it and thought a cat was dying outside. My body trembles and spasms with aftershocks as I revel in the feeling of an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced for once. Bobby groans in satisfaction and licks my center with a thoroughness that reminds me of the way I clean up the last remnants of brownie batter from the mixing bowl.

My fingers begin screaming in protest, and it’s only now I realize that I’ve had a death grip on the edges of the couch cushion under me this whole time. I release it and try catching my breath as I shake my cramped hands out.

“Hmm.” Bobby’s head pops up from between my legs and he shoots me a smug grin as he watches my flapping hands. “That’s a new one. Must have been quite the orgasm if you’re fingers are on fire.”

I scowl at him, still breathing hard from said orgasm. “My hands are cramped.” My eyes shift from his face to my thighs where they cradle his head and then to my belly where the silver of my stretch marks catches the light from the lamp. I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to be self-conscious of all my body’s flaws. I reflexively snatch up a throw pillow and drop it on my belly.

“What the—” Bobby gets cut off when a tassel tries to blind him.

“Oh! Sorry!” I unhitch my legs from his shoulders and scramble to a seated position, the throw pillow acting as armor.

Bobby rubs at his eye, dropping back to rest his butt on his heels. Then he puts his pro athlete reflexes to work by swiping the pillow from my lap and hurling it across the room in one fluid motion.

I gasp.

Bobby grins.

I cross one leg over the other and cover my belly with my arms.

Bobby eyes my barely covered breasts, eyebrows raised in challenge.

“Bobby.” I frown at him.

“Baby,” he coos at me. “Cover all you want. It just means I get to unwrap you again.”

“Bobby,” I say again, this time popping off my death-trap stilettos and stopping him with a bare foot to his chest when he creeps closer. I just need a second to get my head together.

But my date clearly has other plans. He removes my foot, cradling it gently in one hand while he wipes his mouth and chin with a swipe of his shirt sleeve—all the while closing the distance between us until my knees are pressed into his gut.

“Baby,” he whispers this time, right before he leans into me and kisses me long and deep.

I’ve always thought a lover calling me baby would be a mood killer, but coming from Bobby, it’s an absolute turn on. I lose focus on whatever I’m supposed to be thinking about. Something about not moving too fast? Or reminding myself this is only about fun? Whatever it is, it will have to wait for later.

I free my arms and hands from where they’re crushed between us, one going to the back of Bobby’s neck and the other reaching out to the side to switch the lamp off. There, that’s better. The kiss continues, and I revel in it until I hear another click and open my eyes to see that Bobby has just switched the lamp on again.

Not so fast, wise guy. I break the kiss to let my lips travel to his jaw and then his ear. He hisses when my tongue finds a spot that has him shivering. I lick it again and click the light off.

Bobby jerks back and reaches over to switch it on again. “On,” he insists.

I bat his hand away and switch it off. “Off.” When he reaches for it again, I grab his hand with both of mine and bring it to my mouth where I slide his index finger between my lips and swirl my tongue around it before giving it a firm suck.

“Fuuuck meee,” he groans distractedly. “Off it is.”

Before I can even momentarily revel in my victory, Bobby rises to his feet and finishes unbuttoning his shirt one-handed. With the light off, I can barely make out the firmly muscledchest and abs I’ve felt through his clothes. I continue teasing his finger until I have to let him go to allow the shirt to drop to the floor. Then, with alarming speed, Bobby shucks his slacks and underwear in one motion, releasing what I’m sure is a rock-hard cock. But I can’t really see it, dammit!

Not letting my squinting eyes stray from the man before me, I reach out for the lamp once more and click the switch. “On.”

I hear him chuckle, but my eyes are riveted to the thick, long, impossibly hard cock that bobs between us. My mouth begins to water. I’ve never in my life had my mouth water at the sight or thought of a man’s cock. Yet here I am.

He says something, but I’m too busy admiring his penis to register what it is until he repeats himself. “Molly.” My eyes dart up to meet his, and I find two warm brown pools gazing down at me with molten desire.

It’s a look I don’t remember ever having seen before from any man. Like if he can’t have me right now, he might actually perish.

And I feel the exact same way.

So, I uncross my legs and stand, allowing my arms to fall to my sides before I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. The flimsy scrap of lace falls to the floor and there I am. Thereweare. Fully naked. Fully revealed.

Bobby swallows hard before speaking in a tight voice. “God, you’re beautiful.”

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