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Yeah, bitch! Take that!
I scowl. “Are you serious? You have no reason to be concerned about Charles. There is nothing going on with us.”
Dammit! Shit! That comes out without thought. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Craig narrows his eyes. “Who said anything about Charles? Or that I was concerned about him?”
My stomach lurches as I sputter out, “So you’re concerned about me?”
“Your words, not mine.”
I suck in a sharp breath. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Craig. You need to get out of your head and stop letting your own guilty conscience get the best of you. Your paranoia is getting tiresome. And I refuse to stand here and let you accuse me of things I’m not doing.”
“If you say so.”
He says nothing more. Simply stares at me, brows raised.
Between gritted teeth, I say, “Fuck—you.”
He nods. Turns his attention back to the game, placing his hands in back of his head. Then has the audacity to ask, “Am I getting some pussy tonight?”
Hell no!
With a vicious curse, I storm off, leaving a trail of anger behind me.
• • •
“So, you ready for three days of nonstop fucking,” Charles murmurs as he tickles that sensitive spot between my thighs and pussy. In two more days we’ll be leaving for a three-day rendezvous to Santa Monica. Something in the back of my head, though, tells me that I should be home, instead of here tonight. But the way Charles’ hands feel on me has me casting off whatever feelings of foreboding I have looming over me.
I arch my back, and moan. “Mmm…yes, yes…oh, baby, yes. I can’t wait.” His fingers trail up and down my skin. The sensation causes my thigh muscles to tighten. I stretch them open as wide apart as I can.
He brushes his mouth over mine, and my lips part, inviting his tongue into my mouth. Like bees to honey, the sweet taste of his kiss lures me. He tastes so damn good. The kiss deepens, his heated tongue dancing around mine until I am dazed.
“Mmm. Wait, wait,” I say, after finally tearing my quivering lips from his, and catching my breath. “Maybe we should call it a night. We—”
“Nah. Fuck that. Maybe we should fuck first, then call it a night. I’m not going home with this hard dick in my pants.”
I purr as he slowly starts to unbutton my blouse, cupping my breasts through my lace bra.
Charles leans in my ear, flicks his tongue around my ear. “I can smell you. Wet and ready for me.”
“Oooh, yes. You know I stay ready for you.”
“Mmm. Exactly how I like it.”
I reach for his hard, throbbing dick stuffed in his pants as he slips off my blouse and tosses it over in the corner. “And this,” I say, squeezing and stroking his cock, “is exactly how I love my dick.” I caress it over the fabric slow and sensually. “Thick. Hard. And ready.”
“Yeah, it’s all yours, baby.” He leans his head in and traces his tongue along the line of my collarbone. I shiver. “What did you tell your whack-ass hubby?” Charles wants to know before his tongue grazes the tips of my nipples.
I pant. “I told him I’d be out of…mmm…” I let out a moan as my nipples harden in his mouth, “town…oooh…yesss…inter…uhh…viewing…aaah…witnesses.”
I arch my back for more of him, his mouth, his tongue, his touch. Charles knows his way around my body better than my own husband. He pushes my breasts together in his large hands, switching between each one as he sucks them into his mouth, harder. Longer. Wetter.
I choke back a moan. “I’m addicted to you.”
His hooded eyes flick over my face as he licks his lips. “I know you are. And I’m gonna feed that addiction, baby.”
My pussy clenches with anticipation, clawing at his belt buckle. “I can’t wait. Let me feel it.”
