Page 66 of Idle

I kiss the tip of her nose and grab one of her hands. “Let’s move our party.”

Her hand squeezes around mine and all my synapses fire at once. I’m eager to finish what was interrupted this morning, knowing we’ll be able to see it through until the end. Which I don’t expect will be until the very wee hours of the morning. As we walk down the hall, I pull out my cell and tap the screen. “There.”

She pokes her nose toward my phone. “What did you do?”

“I set an alarm for seven, so we have enough time to return to the ViewPad, shower, and get ready for the shoot without the camera crew as witnesses.”

She wraps her arms around my neck. “I knew I was with you for a reason.”

Her lips meet mine and I kick the bedroom door shut. Even though we’re alone, I don’t want any stray camera angles picking up X-rated material.

Standing, we kiss and explore each other’s mouths for a long time, molding and reshaping our lips, our tongues replaying our dance moves from the club. I pull her shirt up and over her head and kiss each boob through her flimsy white bra, nibbling on her taut nipples. Her hands go behind her back and soon she’s bare from the waist up. I allow myself a moment to revel in her form.

“You’re gorgeous.”

She cups her boobs. “An A-cup does not gorgeous make.”

I kiss the back of each palm and then her small endowments. “You’re gorgeous to me.”

“I’ll take that. I also will take your shirt, please.” Her fingers land on the material covering my torso, which she tugs out from my waistband.

Taking over, I rip it over my head. Breathing hard, she examines my chest, then leans over and kisses the mark Bo left behind. Neither one of us comments about it, and she undoes my belt buckle. Theo’s and Xander’s warning about staying away from their “baby sister” flits through my mind, and I dismiss it. She’s clearly no baby.

My belt clatters to the floor, then the telltale zipping noise indicates my fly’s down. I glance down and she’s eye level with my erection, which is at about ninety percent. She latches onto the top of my jeans and boxer briefs and I take over, kicking the remaining clothes and shoes off. Before everything hits the floor, I grab my wallet and toss it onto the bed.

“You’re glorious.”

“I’m defined, but your brother and cousin make me look like a fifty-pound weakling.” I’m satisfied with my body but I know my limitations. Time to guide her down to the bed.

She amends, “You’re glorious to me.” She steps forward and kisses the center of my chest, then trails kisses down, down, down. On her knees, my erection grows to its full length as she stares at it. Extending her tongue, she licks the pre-cum off my tip.

The top of my head explodes. Because I want our first time to be more memorable than a blow job, I grab her arms and pull her to standing. “I want more than that with you now. Kick off your shoes.”

After she complies, I pull her pants down her amazingly long legs leaving us both naked. “Last chance. If you don’t want this, now’s your chance to duck out.”

Her face twists and I can’t read her expression. Shuttering whatever thought passed through her mind, her lips turn into a sultry smile. “I’m all in.”

I expel the breath that caught in my throat when I feared she might turn me down, then wrap her in my arms. “Tonight’s about you and me. Not the designer and the carpenter. Not the reality television wannabes. Just us, Paige and Jesse.”

“And you giving me screaming orgasms.” Her tone holds a note of hope.

“Them too.”

My finger traces her lips, drops to her chin and over her pronounced collarbones. It slides down her sinewy arms and joins with its partner around her waist. This sexy tomboy is all mine tonight.

Our lips clash again as my hands drop to her ass and squeeze. She doesn’t have too much junk in the trunk, which works for me. For her part, she kisses her way down my torso and licks my abs.Thank you, sit-ups.Time to relocate this party.

“Bed.”

Instead of turning her, I nibble on her ear and blow while maneuvering us toward my goal. When the back of her legs hit the furniture, she sits. Liking her placement, I drop to my knees and push her thighs wider. Her musky scent tickles my nose and makes my mouth water. I can’t wait to make her squeal.

Without hesitation, I run my fingers over her thighs, which tremble at my touch. Dropping kisses on the inside of her right one, I jump over her pussy and give the other the same treatment. Her scent intensifies.

Since she’s already wet, I toss both of her legs over my shoulders and lean forward to lick her like her beloved lollipops. Beneath me, her hips lever forward, and I guide her back to the bed with my hands. Keeping her wide open for me, my tongue encircles her clit, eliciting a low moan.

I want more. Louder. Tell the world who’s getting her off.

I refocus on her core, swirling around, around, around. She pulses into my mouth, demanding more, which I give. Her legs tighten around my head, and I use my finger to enter her wet channel. She writhes, bringing her palms upward, and I watch as she pinches her nipples. My own erection demands in on the action. I ignore him for as long as I can, but the noises she’s making—combined with the way she’s thrashing against the bed—are my undoing.

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