Page 37 of Panty Dropper

CHAPTER 17

Billy

“Just tonight, huh?” I grinned, hoping that Reagan couldn’t see that her words had sucker punched me right in the gut.

Turns out, karma actually was a bitch. I’d never been on this side of the talk. I’d always been the one making the boundaries, never the one on the outside of them. It didn’t feel great to be on this side.

I wanted more than what she was offerin’, but I also didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with her. My heart and my head, the one below the belt, were fighting a war, and I had no idea who was going to be the victor.

“Is there room for negotiation?”

“No.” Reagan stared at me with a look in her eye that I assumed she used in court. Something had shifted in her in the past few minutes. The same confidence that I’d witnessed when I walked into the conference room that morning was back, and it was sexy as hell. My heart waved the white flag of defeat as she held out her hand.

“Do we have a deal?”

Instead of shaking her outreached hand, I wrapped my fingers around her upper arm, tugging her off of her chair and pulling her onto my lap. “Fuck yeah, we have a deal,” I growled before finally giving into the temptation that had been pulling on me since the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

My hand cupped behind her neck and I brought her mouth to mine in a claiming, punishing kiss. There was no build up. No preamble. I just took what I wanted. Pushing past the barrier of her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

She tasted sweet, an intoxicating mixture of coffee and Jack and Coke. As I explored the recesses of her hot mouth, a moan rumbled up from her chest. I felt the vibration pass through her body and into mine, jolting me with a shock as powerful as if I just walked around the living room in socks for an hour and then touched the doorknob.

The kiss was heating up by the second and the last thing I wanted was for Cheyenne to wake up at this inopportune moment and see something that would scar her for life.

I stood, effortlessly picking Reagan up by palming her backside. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her up the stairs. Halfway up, she broke her lips away from mine and began to lick, kiss, and bite my neck. Seemed I wasn’t the only one with vampire-like impulses.

Her magical mouth was sucking and nipping the sensitive area below my jawline and ear, sending a tingling sensation shooting straight to my rock-hard erection. Every swipe of her talented tongue, or nibble of her teeth sent a shock-wave of bliss down south, causing me to stumble the last few steps down the hall.

Once we made it to my bedroom, I wasted no time in retaking control of her by covering her mouth with mine. I wanted to taste her on my lips; I was hungry for her like a starving man hungry for a steak. She met me lick for lick as our tongues intertwined in an erotic coupling.

I had been right about one thing, we were combustible. My body was engulfed in the fiery heat of arousal. I was used to getting turned on when I touched beautiful women, but the transfer of energy between us was totally brand-new. There was something special about this lady lawyer, that was for damn sure. The sensation was like nothing that ever flowed through me in the past. It was beyond anything I even knew existed.

My entire body was shaking as I lowered her down onto the bed, hovering above her.

I drew back, awe tingeing my voice as I said, “Who are you, and what are you doing to me?”

She favored me with a small half smile as she spoke through labored breaths. “I’m Reagan. Reagan York,” she repeated the introduction she’d given me this morning.

“Smart ass.” I grinned down at her, trying to restrain myself from giving into my most carnal impulses. I wanted to rip the clothes off of her body, and if it were anyone else, I would have. But I was trying not to act on my instincts with Reagan. She was special, and even if she only wanted one night, I wanted to show her just how special she was. “Do you know how bad I want you naked?”

The corners of her mouth lifted higher and my chest filled with a sense of pride that I was the one making her smile widen. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and the expression caused my dick to swell painfully.

In one swift motion, she tugged at the bottom hem of her shirt and whipped it off, bringing her bra with it. My eyes scanned down her body and I was about to cover her ripe, pert nipples with my mouth when she stopped me. Her hands pressed to my chest, keeping me from lowering down. “Not so fast. Do you know how bad I want you naked?”

“Fuck.” I dropped my head for a moment as arousal spiked at her bold declaration. This woman was going to be the death of me.

I pushed off the bed, stood, and stripped off my clothes as if somebody were offering me a one-million-dollar prize if I could get naked in ten seconds flat. Hell, if they had been, I would’ve been going home with a gigantic novelty-size check that night.

When I looked up, I saw that she was no longer only bare from her waist up, her jeans were off as well. The only scrap of cloth she had on her body was a triangle of red lace covering her mound. She was my wet dream come to life.

The sight was one to behold, and I gave a low wolf whistle.

“Come here.” Her voice was low, and sultry and it made my cock twitch. I stepped back to the bed ready to kiss every inch of her body. But I didn’t get the chance to.

With no warning at all, she slid off the bed and was on her knees in front of me, taking my dick in her mouth. The sudden heat that enveloped the sensitive tip of my dick sent shockwaves through my body, and my knees buckled.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of her head bobbing up and down on my steel hard erection. It was quite a view. In fact, I thought the visual might be even better than the sensation.

Nah. Close, though.

I reached down and brushed her hair back from her face, wanting to get the best view I could of those full cherry lips wrapped tight around my shaft as she moved them up and down. She was better than a wet dream; she was like a porn movie in my very own bedroom, in 3D and living color, right in front of my eyes.

“Look at me,” I commanded. I didn’t know what it was, but I was overcome with the urge to be connected with her as she gave me pleasure, to be inside not just her body, but her mind, as well.

Never pausing in her steady rhythm, she lifted her eyes and locked them onto mine. She never broke her stare as she sped up the pace. The pleasure grew even more intense. I resisted the urge to squeeze mine shut under the overwhelming assault of sensation. I forced myself to keep them open and connected to hers.

It was damn intense, and I knew if I didn’t want to shoot my wad right down the back of her hot, gulping throat I was going to have to put a stop to it and fast.

With a level of regret that she would never be able to fathom, I stepped back from her magic mouth, taking a few deep breaths to clear my head. When I was able to look at her again with clear vision, I saw a small smile on her face. She knew exactly what had been going on.

“So,” she licked her lips, “do you have a condom?”

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