Page 299 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Damn.

“You’re not wearing panties?” he called after her.

“Nope.”

Sweet and sexy all at once.

John groaned. “That’s unfair. Had I known that, I wouldn’t have given you a head start, Siena.”

“Too late!”

Her voice echoed to him from outside the kitchen.

“Fucking tease.”

Then, Siena’s head popped back in the entryway of the kitchen. “Better make it worth my while, John.”

Just as fast, she was gone again.

“Yep, time’s up, babe.”

Only her laughter answered him back.

John discarded clothing as he headed after Siena. He didn’t really have that much on, anyway. A cotton shirt, and sleep pants. Like her, he hadn’t pulled anything on underneath his nighttime clothes. His shirt hit the kitchen floor, and by the time he got to the staircase and could see Siena just reaching the top, he had shoved his sleep pants down, too.

Siena left her robe hanging off the bannister. He caught sight of her bare tits as she turned at the top of the stairs, and then quickly disappeared. But not before she graced him with a sensual smile that promised all kinds of sin.

Jesus.

“You’re going to kill me, donna.”

“I love you too much for that.”

John rounded the top of the stairs only to be tackled from the side by Siena. Her unexpected attack came out of nowhere. He expected her to be down the hall in the bedroom, but apparently, that was not her plan.

He lost his footing, but somehow managed to keep ahold of both of them as they tumbled to the floor. His dark laughter lit up the hallway, but it quickly turned into a low groan when Siena’s lips found his throat.

Her kisses trailed lower over his chest, and down to his stomach. Her fingernails dragged soft lines down his skin, making his nerves come alive, and his skin heat under her touch.

She barely had to do anything at all to drive him crazy. A simple touch. A quick kiss. A lingering look. One of her softly whispered words.

Sex was one thing.

Sex with Siena was something else entirely for John.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted when her hand snaked around his cock. A firm grip answered his harsh words, and then she stroked him as she leaned back up over his body at the same time. Her lips hovered over his, and her blue eyes locked with his gaze. “I think you like this, babe.”

“Hmm, what?”

“Getting the upper hand on me.”

“It doesn’t happen very often.”

“Do me a favor, huh?”

“What’s that?” Siena asked.

“Get your mouth on my dick before I fucking explode.”