Page 36 of Whatever Lola Wants

Thank God I’m not drunk.

Lola watched Simon drag his t-shirt smoothly over his head while toeing off his shoes. The sight of his bare chest would’ve dried up all the spit in her mouth, if she had any. She’d been dry mouthed since the moment she got into his car, knowing it was leading here.

Well, not here. She hadn’t planned on challenging him to a fucking sparring match as foreplay. But what the hell. It was certainly working for her, and a quick glance at the front of his shorts told it wasn’t exactly leaving him unaffected.

Still, that chest was distracting. Muscled, hard, with just the slightest dusting of curling hair a shade or two lighter than the chestnut locks on his head. His shoulders were wide as a Mack truck, and okay, maybe she had some spit left in her mouth because it all wanted to drool out of her mouth at the sight of them.

She really, really liked shoulders.

His hands moved to his belt, and the spit dried up again. Oh, yeah. Pants off, baby. Let’s see what we’re working with.

She realized dimly that she was ogling him like a piece of meat, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to stop—or care.

He undid the buckle with quick, competent moves, sliding it free and setting it aside. He unbuttoned, slid the zipper down, then the pants were pooling at his ankles and being nudged aside. One sock, then the other joined the small pile of clothes, then he was kicking it to the side and standing there in just a pair of dark grey boxer briefs that clearly outlined how he felt about this endeavor.

I’m a goddamn genius. This is the best idea I’ve ever had.

“Last chance to call out, sweetheart.” His eyes were all but glowing, the twist of his lips feral. “I’ll take your surrender now.”

She managed a smirk as he stepped onto the rug. “Forget it, Hastings. You want a win, you’re going to have to earn it.”

He shook his arms, loosening the muscles there, and flexed his legs. “Suit yourself. Whenever you’re ready, baby.”

“I’ll count it down,” she told him, and took a deep breath. Her body felt loose, her mind clear. Anticipation was a bubble in the blood; she wanted the fight almost as much as she wanted the fuck. “Three.”

He arched his neck to one side, then the other, the tendons popping with the stretch.

“Two.”

He grinned, dark and edgy and so goddamn sexy she nearly lost her breath.

“One.”

She bounced on her toes lightly when he crouched.

“Go.”

He moved fast, a blur of color and shape rushing her as soon as the word left her mouth, and she barely had time to step to the side. His fingertips brushed over her hip as she leapt out of his reach. He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, just spun back around and went for her again.

She threw herself backward, once again barely out of his reach, and going in low, swept her foot out to catch him on the leg.

He went down with a bone-jarring thud, but even as she was leaping on him he shifted, hooked an arm around her waist and had her flat on her belly, the weight of him pressed firm and unyielding from her shoulders to her knees.

“One, two, three,” he whispered into her ear. “Pinned.”

She shivered, gooseflesh popping out on her skin as his breath washed against the back of her neck. His hips were pressed into her, the hard ridge of his dick a pulse against her ass. Her panties were soaked, her pussy already aching with need. She couldn’t help giving a little wiggle, just to feel him twitch against her ass, and the corresponding clutch of her cunt.

He groaned, the arm still wrapped around her belly flexing to hold her even tighter. “You know, if you give up now, we can have a lot more fun,” he murmured, pressing his hips into her. The hard thrust lodged him firmly between the cheeks of her ass, his dick so hot it was practically a brand even through the barriers of their underwear. “Surrender.”

She bit back the moan. “Forget it,” she panted, voice husky with exertion and lust. “You want it, you gotta earn it.”

“You sure?” he asked, grinding his dick against her. He was so close to pressing exactly where she needed him, and the temptation to give in was nearly overwhelming.

But a bet was a bet. And she knew it would be so much better with a little more work.

“A bet’s a bet,” she told him. “Back off, Big Dick.”

He laughed and nipped her earlobe hard enough to have her choking back a squeak before he lifted himself away. She scrambled to her feet and turned to face him.

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