And sitting on my shoulders with that pussy just a lick away from my tongue.
She’s got to be wild. And she must have quick reflexes—agile hands. She was a driver, so she knows how to handle a gearshift. Just like she told me in that dream. She must know how to handle lots of things. I bet she’d ride a man so hard, there’d be nothing left of him, except that chalk outline on the pavement. The only evidence he’d ever lived and breathed.
Here lies what’s left of Leo Clarke, former F1 champion.
Why would I want that? Even the chalk would be only temporary.
He stared at her lips.
In one flick of a moment, she’d purse them and blow. Me. Away.
He was suddenly rocking back and forth on the sofa. That’s when he realized Ceci’s aunt had a hold of his shoulder. That’s also when he realized his pants had become tight. He pulled down the edge of his sweater and quickly placed his hands in his lap, attempting to cover up the swelling and—yes, he thought, as he allowed himself a quick peek—noticeable bulge.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Aunt Delilah said. “Why do you object to this mutually beneficial transaction?”
Oh,he thought,that’s right, she asked me why.
Why don’t I want to do this thing? It’s only dating, and fake dating at that. Not any of that other …
He shifted in his seat as his dick twitched.
His eyes slinked right but quickly darted away when they met Ceci’s gaze.
Why? Why?He kept repeating the word to himself. His lips parted but no sound came out.
Aunt Delilah turned to her niece. “What makes you so certain he doesn’t want to do it? I just asked him, and the boy can’t come up with even one reason.”
“He said emphatically, he wouldn’t do it,” Ceci hissed. “Why, he practically screamed no.”
Clarke frowned. “Screamed? I don’t think I’ve ever screamed in my life.”
“Oh, you did. Trust me.”
He was starting to get annoyed.
“You’re mighty sure of yourself. Never even the slightest doubt you might be wrong. No possibility you might not win.”
Win?
We weren’t discussing racing.
She lifted her chin, and that sly smile spoke to him.
Cat, meet mouse. He had no doubt which one he was in the equation.
Damn it, why had he said that? It wasn’t like him to make such a stupid mistake.
She grinned. “None in the slightest.”
Aunt Delilah stood up. “I have a way to settle this.” She peered at Clarke. “Do you know how to use a rifle?”
He hesitated. “Yes.”
Just then Boudica came up, planting his stubby paws on his lap.
“Boudica, get down!” Ceci cried.
But before the dog could obey her, Clarke picked him up and placed the bulldog on his lap. He was still sporting a boner.
