Page 99 of All Twerk, No Play

And I wasn’t alone anymore. Because somebody did look deeper. He helped me run faster … and he also coached me to fight for what I want.

The final chorus built steadily, insistent about finally hearing my internal voice that had been silenced. What if I listened to that voice instead of trying to meet my family’s impossible expectations?

I played the final chord, and Eric grinned. “I have the world’s most talented fake girlfriend.”

“I’m sick of faking it,” I blurted out, my hands abandoning the keys. “I want to be real.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean,Cobrecita?”

Exactly,I’m a goddamn cobra. Cobras strike without mercy.

“I want you. For real. No contract,” I declared, twisting to face him.

“Me?” His eyebrows shot up. “You want … What?”

“You. Nobody else, only you.”

“Like … friends with benefits?” When I shook my head, his voice rose in pitch. “Or like, your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend,” I said definitively. Hearing him say it strengthened my resolve. He scanned my eyes for sincerity, and my heart leaped into my throat. I’d spent so much time pushing him away … even though time with him was the brightest part of my life.

“I’m not boyfriend material, Victoria.”

My heart sank. Of course he didn’t want a relationship, he told me that the night we met. I’d written him a goddamn one night stand contract, for Christ’s sake. He could choose anyone, with that irresistible smile and incredible voice and infinite charm. Why would he bother with a lonely divorcee who—-

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” he said, looking down at his shaking hands. “So you’ll have to boss me around. Tell me exactly what you need.”

My breath hitched. “Do you mean…?”

“I’m in.” And that irresistible dimple popped, stealing my breath.

I surged forward and kissed him hard, like I’d wanted to all day, all week. Since the first time we danced, if I was being honest.

He kissed me back, gripping my waist to pull me closer. I unbuttoned his pants, exploring beneath the fabric to take control of his rapidly hardening cock. When his lips parted on a gasp, my tongue slid between his lips and that glorious laugh vibrated on my greedy tongue. “This bench can’t handle this.”

I tugged him up by his shirt, shucked his pants, guided him to the wingback chair and playfully shoved him into it. I straddled him, letting my dress ride up my thighs as I lowered onto his lap so the fabric of his boxers rubbed my panties.

He slid my panties aside to run a finger along my folds, leaving me shaking. “You’re already so wet for me.” He watched me unravel, circling my clit. “Are you gonna come for me now, baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “but I want you inside me when I do.”

His hand stilled with a sharp groan. “I don’t have a condom. Come on my hand, then we’ll go back to your room and I’ll fuck you.”

“Or,” I said with a nervous swallow. “I have an IUD, and my tests are negative.”

His eyes were saucers, pupils completely blown out. “Do you mean…?”

“We could go without. I mean, unless you don’t want—” I stopped my self-doubt. It turned him on when I asked for what I wanted, and I knew he wanted this. “I want you, and I trust you. The choice is yours.”

“I just—I never thought …” He smoothed his hair, looking so overwhelmed that I couldn’t hold in a laugh. This man was known for his smooth seduction, and I’d left him speechless.

“No pressure.” I kissed him softly. “Make me come then I’ll suck you off.”

“No, I—” he gasped as I ground against him. “I mean yes, I want your mouth, but I want to fuck you bare. Please.”

“Oh, thank God,” I said, standing to wiggle out of my lace panties as he slid down his boxers. I climbed back on his lap, reaching for his cock and positioning it at my entrance.

His hand gripped my wrist, his expression a heady mix of desire and caution. “You’re sure about this?”

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