Page 44 of A Little Moore Action
“Yes. Efficient.” I nod. “I definitely think that.” I nod again. “Efficiency is good.”
She turns and continues her walk to my bedroom.
“Wait.”
One eyebrow arches when she looks at me over her shoulder. “Yes?” Her tone is seductively lazy.
My dick salutes her.
I take a breath and hold out my hands. “I just want to make sure I have this straight.”
She turns to face me again. “Okay.”
“You are spending the night.”
One side of her mouth curls. “Yes.”
“We’re having sex.”
A full-blown smile. “Yes.”
“And tomorrow we are spending the whole day together.Twowhole days together.”
She opens her mouth, but I cut her off. “Andtwo nights.”
“Yes.” She chuckles softy. “Two days and two nights.”
“Okay then.” Before she can put me or my dick through any more emotional whiplash, I take two steps and haul her up into my arms, smiling when she immediately locks her legs around my waist like before.
“Then I better make them count.” I make sure Mike is on the couch (which he is, licking himself, no less) before carrying her to my bedroom.
“Oh, I’m counting all right,” she whispers, her hot breath moving up my neck. “And at last count, I’m still down by one.”
I lay her on my bed, letting my weight settle against her while she hums “A Little Less Conversation.” My lips vibrate against her neck, and I smile, promising myself then and there to give her all the action she can handle.
Bell
Two days,he said.
His lips continue their journey down my neck, across my collarbone.
Two days ofthis.
I asked for him to back off. To let me go back to the hotel. To start tomorrow. And he did. Without question (though with a hilarious look of disappointment).
But when I watched as he sorted through various types of ‘dates’ he could set up for us over the weekend, I wavered. He was so agitated, like the fate of the world depended on him getting these two days right. And everything about him in that moment led me here. To his bedroom. His mouth moving down my body.
Two days.
My mind wanders to the consequences of this night. Monday morning at the office? Our contract? My heart? One sharp nip of his teeth beneath my collarbone and I’m back in the moment.
Consequences? What consequences?
“Bell… fuck, you feel so good.” He slides down my body, his hands curving under my hips, his fingers curling into my back jean pockets. “I have to taste you.”
I’m not about to say no to that.
Quickly, I unbutton my jeans and toe off my boots all at once. His hands take over, grabbing my waistband and stripping my jeans off my legs, turning them inside out. Sitting up, I grab my tank with both hands and rip it up and off my body. I’m about to reach back and undo my bra clasp, but his hand on my thigh stops me.
