Page 48 of A Little Moore Action
I mean, come on. That’s one for the record books. Men fantasize about panty-clad co-ed pillow fights, but to actually beinone, with a hot-ass naked woman? I win, dude. I win.
“You ready?”
Speaking of male fantasies…
“What?” She looks down, running a hand down my Tom Ford white dress shirt that she’s wrapped around her body, held in place by one of my Louis Vuitton tan leather belts.
Being a descendant of luxury retail magnates, my clothes have always been fashionably on-point. But until this moment, they may as well have been rags.
And if I look too long at her gloriously exposed and freckled legs, capped off with those unique cowboy boots that are just so quintessentially Campbell, we will never leave this apartment. What little blood is still left in my big head is busy helping my mind conjure up sexy scenarios where those boots are propped up over my shoulders. That particular train of thought isn’t helping my “little” head situation.
“Chase?”
I snap my jaw shut and try to blink away the fantasies. “Yes?”
She tilts her head to the side, her hair falling over one shoulder. “Everything okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then why are you looking at the floor?” There’s a lilt in her voice, and I’d bet money it’s from amusement.
I’d like to see how amused she’d be with a nine-inch pole in her panties.
Clearing my throat, I try to recover. “Just making sure Mike hasn’t made any messes.” As if sensing I’ve thrown him under the bus, Mike turns his bare ass to me and saunters away.
Giving Bell what I hope is a bored, unaffected look, I gesture to the elevator door. “Shall we?”
Not buying my excuse, or my look, Bell rolls her eyes, walking over to Mike. If the damn cat had hair, he’d be quirking a smug eyebrow at me right now.
“Be a good boy, Mikey,” she coos, bending down to pet him. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t want to leave the apartment, waving her backside at me like that.
Mike purrs loudly, still looking in my direction.
Fucker.
But even with having to adjust myself while my girl pets my pussy, this morning is still tons of awesome. Because Bell is here. I have two whole days with this amazing woman. And though it’s been a fight just to get her to agree to two days, I’m making the most of them.
The day only gets better when, without prompting, Bell slips her hand in mine before stepping into the elevator with me.
“So what’s the plan, Stan?” she asks, leaning against me as I push the button for the lobby.
I cringe, making her laugh. “Oops, sorry.”
“Yeah, how about wenotbring my father up for the next two days?”
She squeezes my hand. “He is a bit of a mood killer, isn’t he?”
“You could say that. Stan is like the anti-Viagra.”
She laughs again, her breasts shaking against my arm. I groan.
Looking pointedly at the bulge in my jeans, she says, “Maybe you could use some anti-Viagra.”
The elevator doors ping open, and Bell moves to exit. But I pull her back.
“My dick can’t help it.” I lean her back against the wall, bracketing her with my arms. “There’s just something about you and elevators that makes him rise to the occasion.”
“Rise to the occasion?” Soft laughter tickles my neck. “That’s a horrible line, Mr. Moore.”
