Page 60 of Heads You Lose (Grim & Beast Duet 2)

“Yeah, I seem to have that effect on women,” I chuckle, nuzzling her neck with my lips.

“So the rumours are true then,” she says, grinning.

“Rumours?”

“That you put women to sleep with toe-curling orgasms?”

“What can I say? I’m a stud.”

“A stud-muffin, you mean?” she replies laughing.

“Only for you,” I confirm, just in case she needs to be reminded.

“Damn straight,” she replies, stretching out beside me, then turning in my arms, her hip brushing against my cock that is still rock hard and has remained that way ever since pulling out of her.

“Does it hurt?” she asks, her palms smoothing up my chest as she runs her fingers over my nipples, tweaking them with a naughty look on her face.

“Does what hurt?”

“Your cock, being hard all the time,” she replies, pressing her stomach against my aching dick and chewing on her lip as she tries to hide a smile.

“You’ve no idea,” I chuckle, brushing my lips against hers as I roll her onto her back and reach for the bottle of champagne and punnet of strawberries on the bedside table. Sitting on my haunches between her spread legs, I place the punnet on the mattress beside her hip, then undo the metal clasp around the cork, removing it.

“Walking around with a hard-on has gotta be rough,” she giggles, her fingers tracing over my abs, towards my dick which jerks for her attention.

“I can tell you it ain’t no fun when you’re in a church full of God-fearing people,” I admit with a chuckle.

She gasps, watching me as I uncork the bottle of champagne. It fizzes and I capture some of the bubbles before they spill over the lip, swallowing them. “Youwere in a church?”

“Con and I were in Rome and he fancied a piece of Italian arse who happened to be pious. I was going along for the ride. Just call mewingman extraordinaire.”

“And you got a hard-on… in a church? What the hell were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Me?” she laughs.

“Yep. I was thinking how hot it would be to fuck you over the altar right beneath the Virgin Mary,” I reply with a smirk.

“Oh my God! So what did you do about it?”

“What any self-respecting man would do… I got on my knees and prayed to the Lord Almighty to save my godforsaken soul.”

“And did it work?”

I shake my head, grinning as I place the bottle of champagne between her parted legs, resting it against her mound. She sucks in a sharp breath from the coolness, but doesn’t try to move away. “No, it fucking didn’t. I had to excuse myself and rub one out in the crypt they kept open for tourists.”

“You jacked off in a crypt withdeadpeople?”

“I was desperate. Besides it wasn’t as if I could offend the fuckers,” I argue, smirking.

She bursts out laughing and the sound does stupid things to my heart. “You really are going to Hell,” she says.

“So long as I get to live this life with you, I don’t much care what happens after,” I reply.

Reaching for the punnet of strawberries, I take one out and lift it to my lips, taking a bite. Chewing, I lower the half eaten strawberry to her nipple, swirling it over the tip, teasing her with it. She gasps, and I move it across her chest, smearing a trail of juice across her skin as I tease her other nipple with it. Then I drag the strawberry downwards to her belly button, dipping it into the hole before lifting it to my lips and eating it.

The whole time she watches me with parted lips, her chest heaving as I lift the bottle of champagne to my lips, taking a deep pull. The bubbles burst in my mouth and I swallow them down. Ordinarily, I’m not a fan of champagne but I’m betting I’ll be a fan once I drink it off her bare skin.

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