I've never wanted anything this badly.
We step into the shower, and he quickly rinses his back and chest while I continue staring at his shaft. Without a word, I reach out to grip it, gently skimming my palm up and down along its entire length.
His entire body ripples, his knees almost giving out. "Do that again," he growls. "Your hot pussy got me so fired up… I swear I'm going to come in seconds, baby."
I really have this effect on him? Wild. I've never thought of myself as sexy. Someone able to give a man such a huge reaction. Yet here he is, literally in the palm of my hand, his lower abdomen twitching with every stroke.
"Kiss me." My whisper can barely be heard over the falling water.
"If I do that, I'm going to come in your hand."
His eyes are blazing. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as my grip tightens, skimming up and down, trying to find out how much pressure he likes.
I step closer, water splashing against my side. "I want you to kiss me, then come for me." I don't know what has made me so bold. Maybe it’s the fire in his eyes.
His arms pull me to him until there's barely any space between us, his cock against my belly. His mouth latches onto mine with a hungry pull, his hand grabbing my ass as he groans deeply.
"That's it," I murmur against his lips. "Think about fucking me." Another full body tremor as his cock thickens in my hand. "Later tonight, you're going to throw me across that bed and shove this into me, aren't you? You're going to make me scream?—"
He cuts off my naughty words with an almost violent kiss, growling and groaning as his hips move, fucking my hand roughly as the climax overtakes him. I revel in the sensation of his hot seed splashing all over my belly, up my side, and down my hip.
Idid this. I turned him on so much that he completely lost all control.
Mr. Rigid, Mr. Logical, Mr. Boss Man…clutching me to him as he heaves for air, working his length for a few more strokes in my palm.
"Layne," he gasps, "you're so fucking sexy. This is a serious problem."
I step back, angling my body so the shower can rinse his come off my skin. "Problem?"
"How am I supposed to spot a potential thief when all I can think about is getting back here to make everything you said come true?"
"I don't know. But we’d better get to work." I waggle my eyebrows at him. "No dessert until we eat our vegetables, right?”
10
MACK
Okay, this is the weirdest assignment ever.
I've done all kinds of jobs in all kinds of situations. This is both the least dangerous and, thanks to Layne, the most pleasant I've ever experienced.
The wedding is beautiful, and everything goes smoothly. Layne and I don't see anyone acting suspiciously. There's a quick cocktail hour after the ceremony, while the bridal party gets the group photos done. Then dinner, dessert, and the speeches.
We're sitting very close to the gift table, so between the two of us, someone is always watching. Astor and Ryland know what's going on and have been watching as well.
As we sip our non-alcoholic wine, I placed my palm on Layne's knee. "It's been hours, and I haven't been able to test if today’s lipstick is kiss-proof. It's driving me crazy, baby."
She flutters her eyelashes at me. Damn, this deep purple dress is even more stunning than the last. It’s another floral print, but subtler. The way it catches the eye when the light hits the fabric at the right angle, it looks a bit magical. Just like Layne. She's been bubbly and chatty with everyone, making friends in most of the larger groups around us.
"Behave yourself," she whispers.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I thought you were a professional?"
"I'm drunk." My eyebrows lift suggestively. "I can't be held responsible for my behavior."
She smacks my shoulder lightly, laughing. I grab her hand when a cheesy old disco hit comes on. "People are going to look at us funny if we don't have one dance."
