Page 69 of Average Joe

I cringed.

“If that’s what you mean, just say it. You wanna keep fucking me.”

“You are ridiculously attractive.” Damn my rapid heartbeat. “And talented in the… fucking department.”

“Yeah?” He moved closer, his chest bouncing in amusement. “I got skills? Wasn’t so sure with the way you disappear every time.”

My smile faded under the weight of shame.

Joe tucked a knuckle under my chin, tilted my head up and, oh, Lordy, he licked his lips and smirked. “So, you’re asking me to be your fuck buddy? No strings?”

“Yes,” I rasped, then cleared my throat. “At least until you find someone who can give you a relationship.”

“I won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know.” He dropped a soft kiss on my forehead.

My heart skipped at least three beats. “If we do this, there’s no one else. If someone else comes along, we let each other know and make a clean break.”

“Mmm,” he groaned. “Sounds like a relationship.”

“It’s just sex.”

“Right.” His hand moved to my hip, those soft lips hovering over mine.

“Mutual pleasure,” I stated, though my tone held no authority.

“Mutual orgasms. Got it.” He moved closer, his feet now bracing mine.

Through labored breaths, I managed to ask, “We gonna do this?”

“Absolutely.”

“Starting now?”

His erection swelled between us. “All that power between your legs got you hot and bothered?”

“That,” I agreed, “or maybe the fresh air.”

“So it was the bike and the fresh air, not my lethal charms?”

“Never mind.” Palm to his chest, I pushed him back and teased, “You’ve ruined the mood.”

Joe attacked with raw, lustful determination, grabby hands, hungry lips, and that iron-hard cock rubbing between us. First, he bruised my lips, then went for my neck. Under the waning light of my porch, he took his fill, basting my skin in kisses and nips, marinating my soul with moans and dirty promises. Oh, shit, my skin was amped, my body tenderized, and that glorious space between my thighs was wet and swollen and aching to be pummeled.

Never had a man put so much effort into making me feel, to making me smile, to making me… his.

Everything about Joe was extraordinary. From his rugged good looks to the way he cared for people, for Ginger, for his neighbors. His hard spots. His soft spots. His persistent attempts to make me like him. His laugh. His moans.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered.

Joe pulled away, his grin salacious, then dropped his forehead to mine. “Mood still ruined?”

“Hell, no. Do it again.”

“Damn, you’re sweet.” He kissed my nose. “And so fucking into me.” He nipped my ear. With another sexy moan, his hands slid down my waist and rested on my backside. “You can’t get enough of me. Admit it.”

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