Page 158 of One Bossy Disaster

“Stay,” she tells Molly firmly by the door, who now has a small green alligator chew hanging from her mouth Destiny fetched from her bag. “Good girl.”

“She can have the run of the house,” I say, deciding not to put on music.

That’s not what this is.

It’s not a date, no matter what kind of unspeakable fuckery is about to go down.

And it goes downharda second later, when her skirt hits me in the face.

When I turn, she’s already naked.

“How?” I whisper, biting back a grin.

My cock lunges at my zipper, and for a second, I just stare at her.

My eyes have never been so ravenous before.

She’s too perfect.

Long legs, gentle curves, toned yet soft at the same time, all anchored around that pink perfection between her legs underneath a small blonde strip of hair.

She tenses, her muscles defined as she breathes slowly, pushing her tits out like an offering.

I’ve mapped so much of her body and not nearly enough.

I hate that this already feels like so much more than a hookup, even if we’re both throbbing.

Hookups, they scratch an itch.

This feels more like an antidote for my soul.

She’s so much more than one more fuck I won’t think about in a month, a year. I think we both know it, and honestly, it scares me.

Just not enough to stop.

Her spectacular eyes are almost wholly blue, deep and dark and inviting as her chest rises and falls.

“Not fair. You’re still wearing too many clothes.” Her voice is a husky whisper.

Goddamn, she’s going to make me keel over before I can even get inside her.

“Greedy girl,” I say, stalking forward. “Do I have to make you beg again?”

She licks her lips and nods.

I let her touch me, placing my hands over hers, guiding them down my body. As her nails drag down my chest, my abs, stopping at the insistent bulge just below my belt, I lose it.

My fingers are already working at my clothes.

This isn’t a night for idle teasing, not when there’s this much sex-crazed magic in the air.

Pants first. Shirt. Socks. Boxers.

When I’m as naked as she is, I pull her in, drawing her in with one rough push against the small of her back.

My dick hurts, growing hungrier by the second to be inside her.

Her gaze falls and stops on my pulsing cock.

---