Page 67 of Feel It in the Air

“Yeah, that might have slipped my mind,” I admit. The fact that I ended up her boss became a much bigger issue than the fact that there were a few years between us.

“It’s only a thing if we make it one.” Winding her arms around my neck, she swivels her hips, an impish look taking over, as her core grinds against my cock. “This, however, is definitely a thing.”

I yank her down into me, making sure she can feel every hard inch as I steal a kiss. She wants to tease and taunt? Well, two can play this game. I swat at her backside, causing her to gasp as my hand makes contact, her cheeks tingeing pink. Oh, my girl likes that.

That’s all Margeaux needs, her mouth on mine in no time flat. Despite the heat from her movements, she tastes sweet, the lingering spiciness from dinner a brief afterthought on her tongue. It’s more than enough to take over all my senses, helping me get lost in her. In us.

We continue to make out like two teenagers, mouths fused together, hands grasping at whatever we can find. Each time she moves, rubbing against my dick, I have to fight back the urge to take her right here. But as good as it’s going to be when we get to that point, the getting to that point is just as much fun.

Sliding my hands up her back, I take her shirt with me, pulling away from her long enough to pull it over her head. She shivers from the cool air hitting her skin, licking her lips as she looks down at me. The silky material of her purple bra on smooth skin is like a siren song, calling my name, and I want to dive headfirst into her tits and never resurface.

I start to reach around her to unclasp her bra, but she stops me. “Dishes.”

What?!

Reading my mind, Margeaux continues. “We still have dishes.”

Fuck me…

Margeaux wasn’t kidding earlier when she said she got enough food for an army. We made a dent in it, but there was still plenty left over. My brothers will be thrilled when they get home later and find the leftovers in the fridge. However, she’s also correct that we opted to ignore the dishes in favor of the movie and cuddles. I was too eager to get her in my arms to deal with pots and pans.

Something I’m still on board with.

“Leave them.”

“We can’t…”

“We can. Because I’m not done making things dirty.”

Fire flares in her eyes, her impish smile morphing into something all-out naughty. Desire rushes through me as I watch her reaction, the flush of her skin traveling upward toward her cheeks, her tits still calling my name.

“Is that so?” she counters. “Who said you were in charge?”

Fuck me…

Pure lust takes over, and every animal desire I’ve ever felt resurfaces, as Margeaux bites down on her lip, winking at me. Throwing her head back, she lets her beautiful red hair cascade backward, pushing her chest forward. I flex my hands against her hips, starting to run them up her sides when she stops me.

“Uh-uh…” she taunts.

With another wink, she runs her hands up along her front, cupping her breasts, slowly running her finger along the cups of her bra. My mouth waters, my dick twitching, straining against the confines of my pants, wanting to break free. The teasing doesn’t last long, thankfully, as Margeaux reaches behind and unclasps her bra, ridding herself of the garment.

I suck in a breath, overwhelmed by the sight. You’d think I’d never seen a naked woman before based on the way my body was reacting right now. But there is something about this moment—about this woman—that has me on edge like none other. That I never want to leave.

Her nipples pebble under my touch as I run my thumbs over them, her responsiveness to me making me feel like the king of the world. There’s so much I want to do. Say. But Margeaux has other ideas.

Grabbing my hands, she squeezes, her tits melding into my palm. She moans, rocking into my erection and leaning in for a kiss. One that I feel so deep I just about come as her tongue meets mine. Fuck, this woman has my number.

Reaching between us, she palms my cock, pressing against it, the friction eliciting another groan.

“I think it’s time we did something about this,” she says, her voice low and sultry.

Fire and ice flow through my veins as Margeaux slides down my body, pushing my knees wide and settling between them. I’m frozen—paralyzed by lust and amazement—watching this redheaded siren unbuckle my pants and slide them over my hips. I’ve never been the type of guy to let the woman take the lead. But with Margeaux, I can’t help it. Not only is there no stopping her, I don’t want to.

This woman owns me. Wholly. Completely.

Licking her lips, Margeaux slides my boxer briefs out of the way, my cock springing free. The momentary relief I feel is quickly replaced by something else though. Something better. Something exquisite. So unbelievably out of this world, there are no words for it.

Margeaux’s mouth.