Page 35 of A Real Good Bad Thing

I crooked my lips into a grin. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m going to be very improper.”

“I know,” she said, then my desperate woman pushed on my shoulders.

I kneeled down, barely caring about the tiled floor. I had a job to do. One I took very seriously. One I adored. I pushed up her dress, pulled her panties to the side and exposed her slick heat. I groaned at the sight of her wet pussy. Then I wasted no time. I pressed a hot, passionate kiss to her clit.

Her hands flew around my head, curling in my hair. “Oh god.”

“Quiet,” I admonished.

She said nothing as I flicked my tongue over the gorgeous rise of her clit, sucking her, feasting on her.

She rocked her hips shamelessly against my face. I cupped her ass cheeks, pulled her closer, and kissed her silky wetness. She tasted like salt and honey. And her arousal made my cock throb harder. With each flick of my tongue, she grew wetter, thrust faster, gripped my head harder.

Soon, she was feverishly fucking my face with her pussy, and I was devouring her sweetness. I wanted to spread her out on a bed and worship her properly.

Or really improperly.

But tonight, I wanted to taste her climax on my tongue.

And I wanted it now. I gripped her ass harder, my fingers playing with her cheeks as I licked and sucked.

Till she was shaking, then trembling.

And I could taste her release on my mouth.

It only made me hungrier for her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of this woman. But I was sure I’d need to do better tomorrow.

When I rose, I wiped a hand across my mouth, met her gaze, and said sincerely, “Tomorrow I’ll try to resist you.”

She shuddered out a yes.

Her promise too.

Then, I tucked a messy strand of hair behind her ear. “By the way, you can dance.”

Her lips quirked up. “Yes, I can.” She studied me for a beat. “Does it bother you I said I couldn’t?”

The truth was it didn’t. I understood exactly why she’d peddled that half-truth. She didn’t know me then. She didn’t know what I was up to. And the fact that she’d fibbed told me she might make a fine partner after all.

Sometimes you had to lie a little to get the job done.

“No. Just don’t lie about this,” I said, gesturing from her to me.

“I won’t,” she said, then she pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “By the way, you still owe me one more before your number comes up.”

She turned around and left for the dance floor. I followed her there a few minutes later, staying several feet behind her during the show.

Damn, that woman could dance.

18

A HOT AND REASONABLE DOUBT

Ruby

Shorts and T-shirt, skirt and tank top, or sundress? What on earth did you wear to a…stakeout?

Was this even a stakeout?

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