Page 59 of Dirty Heat


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Shivers dart through me.

I can feel my cunt juice slowly seeping into the seam of my jumper.

Lord, God…goddamn him!

“I bet you’re already hot and wet and ready for me. Aren’t you?”

He’s right. I am. I am so hot, so goddamn ready.

I swallow.

If this fine motherfucker doesn’t get away from me before my pussy explodes, I’m likely to fuck him right here for all to see.

“Can I ask you something?”

I swallow. “Uh, sure,” I stammer.

He licks his lips. “Are you wearing panties?”

“A thong.”

He smiles. “Nice. What color?”

“White.”

Lord, God, there goes that tongue, again, licking over those succulent lips. He leans in, moves his mouth closer to my ear. “And what if I told you I wanted you to stuff it in my mouth, while I fucked you senseless?”

Those words send swirls of heat reeling through me.

I inhale. Catch the scent of him again, and my mouth waters. His fading cologne is overpowered by a sensual musk that suddenly makes me dangerously lightheaded at the thought of tasting him.

Licking him.

My tongue dancing up and down his skin.

Feeling every inch of him pressed into my mouth.

My heartbeat quickens.

I am melting inside.

The sight and smell of this man renders me speechless.

His gaze on me has my body on fire, but my mouth suddenly goes dry.

Goddamn him!

Thoughts of Roosevelt invade my conscience, and guilt gnaws at me. But then I look at the fine motherfucker standing in front of me and think of the endless possibilities the night might offer.

One being a well-fucked, well-pounded, very pleased pussy.

I reach for my drink. Toss it back. Allow the heat to swirl in my belly. Lips wet, throat moistened, finally regaining my composure, slowly I say, “Then I’d say, let’s go fuck, daddy.”

FIVE

As soon as the elevator doors shut, he has me pressed hard against the polished wall, his mouth covering mine. I gasp, breathless from his long, deep kiss.

“We were watching you all night, shaking that ass.”

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