Page 21 of Dirty Pool

“Oh, I really want to see that.”

Michel had her pushed up against the counter before she even blinked. His hand skimmed her inner thigh with a slow touch—feckin’ torturous, really.

“Open up a little more,” he demanded.

She did, widening her stance enough that his palm cupped her thigh close enough to the apex of her thighs that she could feel his warmth radiating. A tremor worked its way through her body as his fingertips danced along her skin, and he flashed his teeth in a wicked smile.

“What do you like, huh?” he asked. “I didn’t get to play very much last night.”

Her breath hitched when his knuckles grazed her bare sex—she hadn’t even bothered to toss on panties, simply an over-sized shirt because it would do the job. “What do you mean?”

“Do you like a couple of fingers toying with your clit? A thumb pressing hard circles? Do you need to have something inside you to get you off? What does it the fastest, Gabbie?”

She wet her lips. “A-a mixture.”

Michel nodded, and then cupped her sex with his palm. His fingers drifted over her clit, tapping a quick beat to the throbbing nub and he bent down lower to put them eye level. “How about you show me, then? Show me what you do, and we’ll see how fast you can come when it’s me doing it, too.”

How was she supposed to deny him when he was looking at her like that? All intense, and ravenous. It made her feel like she was the only person in the world that he could see. It was a lot to take in, and it only served to notch up her desire even more.

“Come on,” Michel said, “before the timer on that oven goes off, and I want to eat.”

“Your attention switches that fast?”

“Food and sex …” Michel grinned. “Equally good things.”

He wasn’t wrong.

One of her hands dipped between her thighs to sit overtop his. She used the pad of two of her fingers to press against one of his—slow circles at first, she moved his fingers with hers, showing him exactly the way she liked to get off when it was just her to do the job. That grin of Michel’s turned all the more sinful when Gabbie’s breaths came out faster, and her lips parted. The right pressure on her clit, and those circles could get her off faster than anything else.

“My turn,” Michel said darkly.

He snatched her hand away to pin it to the counter while the one on her pussy kept working that same, steady beat. He was fast learner, it seemed. It didn’t take long at all for Gabbie’s peak to climb higher, and she felt the orgasm rushing in just as the oven started to beep to signal the food was done.

Bliss raged on.

Michel didn’t let up for a second.

“The food,” she gasped, “… I have to get it out of the oven.”

Michel’s dark laughter filtered into her senses as his lips crashed down on hers. There was something primal in his kiss—so feckin’ hungry, and ready to eat her right up. Gabbie was almost willing to forgo the food on the off chance she could get him back to her bed as soon as possible but Michel was the smart one between them, clearly.

He pulled away from the kiss, and dropped a soft one to the tip of her nose. “You need to eat—we can play after.”

“Okay.”

His wink about undid her again.

They were halfway through the food on the table when a ring started to echo somewhere down the hallway. Michel’s head popped up from his plate, and his gaze narrowed. “Is that my phone?”

Gabbie shrugged. “It isn’t mine.”

“Give me a sec.”

“Sure.”

He disappeared from the kitchen, and into the hallway. She listened as his footsteps quieted when he neared the end of the hallway—her bedroom. He didn’t seem to care if she heard him pick up the call, though.

“Ciao, Michel here.”