Page 66 of Enticing the Fixer

“Fuck, Man. Get a room.” August tosses something at my head, and I dodge it. The wadded-up piece of paper from an order pad lands on the floor.

“Bite me,” I mutter against her lips.

She chuckles, causing a vibration to run from my lips to my toes.

When her fingers tangle into my hair and tug on the strands, I pull back and stare into her eyes. “Babe, you need to stop. After the alley this afternoon, I don’t have much restraint remaining. Taking you against that wall is the only thing I’ve been able to think about.”

She tilts her head. “There’s more than one alley.”

God, I love her.“Too predictable.”

“Oh, yeah?” She rocks her belly into my throbbing cock. “What did you have in mind?”

My brain freezes as all the blood from my head shifts below my belt. How in the hell am I supposed to think of something when I can’t move? She trails her fingernails down my neck. “Did you lose your train of thought?”

“Fuck, yes,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”

“I think I kind of like that.” She winks. “I like being in charge.” Her eyes shift upward. “Let me see….” She wrinkles her nose. “No. That’s been done before.” Her lips purse together, and then she meets my gaze. “I can’t think of anything. Maybe I should go home.”

She frowns, fakes a yawn, and stretches, making her round breasts rub against my chest. “I’m super tired. I should go home and go to bed.”

I grab her hand and lace my fingers through hers. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” I lift her hand to my lips, sucking her index finger into my mouth. Her eyes fill with heat, and she shivers. “Somewhere on this property, and within the next five minutes, you’re going to be screaming my name.”

The music switches to a slow song, and a group of couples head to the dancefloor.

“Five minutes?” Her eyes dance. “Was that how long you were going to last? I’ve got a–”

“You’ve got ten seconds.” I haul her onto the dancefloor, into the middle of the couples, and place my lips against her ear. “Are you ready to come like a good girl?”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Kinsley

“I’m not going to come, right here.” The blood in my veins hums as it rushes to my swollen and slick lips. This is crazy. Okay. Sex in the alley was crazy. This is…. This is illegal.

His tongue slides down my neck. And if that isn’t enough, he’s fisting my hair and pulling my head back, exposing more of my flesh to him. It shouldn’t feel so good, but it does.

“That’s it, Baby. Let loose and enjoy it.”

Loosen up?There are couples all around us gyrating and chugging down the beers they couldn’t give up for the song’s three minutes. When did it get so busy? Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sadie.

She winks, and the lights go down, leaving only the strobe light flashing with the beat of the music. It’s a slow, steady blinking that seductively lulls you with its hypnotic rhythm. We sway to the music as his steely flesh presses into my belly. The lights around the dancefloor remain steady as if we’re in our private oasis with fifty of our closest friends.

“That’s better,” he growls and places one hand between us. His fingers rub along my lower belly, traveling downward by the second.

“We can’t.”

“Baby, yes, we can. No one is watching.” He rubs his index and middle finger over my clit in a slow motion through the thin fabric of my skirt.Fuck.Moisture floods my panties, and I grab his biceps to remain upright and to keep people from seeing what he’s doing.

When his thumb flicks over my clit, I moan and spread my feet apart, no longer pretending to move to the music. One corner of his mouth rises into a smirk. “That’s better.” Another row of lights dims, and his fingers slide my skirt upward.

After he swipes my panties to the side, he lunges into my sex. “Look how wet you are for me.”

“Yes,” I whimper as my eyes roll back into my head.

“That’s better.” His lips cover mine, and his tongue swipes deep inside, stealing my breath. When he doesn’t move inside of my sex, I whimper in protest. The fucking song is going to be over, and I’m going to still be standing here.

His fingers curl inside of me and flick over my G spot.Oh, fuck.This is fire. His tongue moves in time with his fingers as he fucks my mouth and pussy in a slow, deliberate and painstakingly perfect movement.

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