Page 18 of The Playboy

My smile grew. “Far from impossible.”

I lifted the bottom of her dress only an inch, giving her notice of my intentions. When she said nothing, when she didn’t attempt to stop me, I continued to hoist the material past her navel and over her strapless bra and collarbone, and once she pulled her arms through, I tossed it onto a nearby seat.

A lace thong and bra.

That was all that separated us.

“You know nothing about me,” I told her. “Therefore, I don’t expect you to know what I’m capable of, but if my kiss taught you anything, it’s that you should never doubt me. Especially when it comes to sex.”

Her hands went to her hips. “All right. Prove it.”

A woman with spice. I fucking loved that.

I laced my fingers behind my head, arms bent and my legs spread wide. “Move to that pole.” I nodded toward the one that was several feet behind her.

“You want me to swing around it?”

“No.” I chuckled, although the idea of that was sexy as fuck. “I want you to show me what I’ve been dreaming about.”

She stepped toward the shiny metal and placed her back against it. With about four feet between us, I had a better view.

“Take off your bra,” I demanded. “Slowly.”

Damn, that body.

The delicateness of her chest. The plane across her stomach. The soft dips of her waist. The arch of her ass. The curve of her thighs.

Her face a perfect ending, but also the most delicious beginning.

“Mmm,” I hissed as she unclasped the bra, tugging at the cups until her tits bounced out of them, staying high and perky despite no longer being confined. They were the most gorgeous teardrops and a size that would fit right in my hands, nipples hard and in the lightest pink. “Now, that’s a fucking sight to appreciate.” My arms dropped, my palms pushing against my legs, running to my knees and back to a high point on my thighs.

I wanted my hands to be touching her.

I wanted my fingers settled in her pussy.

“It’s going to be an honor to touch you.”

She flung the bra toward her dress.

There was only one thing left.

“Now, your panties.” I forced my fingers to stay put. “I want them off.”

Her fingers tiptoed down her navel, my breath hitching the lower she got, my cock begging to be released. I needed to see what was under the lace. What was waiting for me. If the vision was as exceptional as I anticipated.

When her hand cupped her cunt, pushing against it, I couldn’t stop the goddamn roar from erupting in my throat. “Fuuuck.”

This one … whoever she was, she was for me.

I gripped my cock through my pants. “Does that feel good?”

I needed that answer.

I needed to know how much she wanted to come.

“Yes.”

“Show me your pussy.” I couldn’t drag my stare away from it. “Show me what I’m about to fuck.”

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