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Jill dug her phone out of her purse to check the time. She’d gotten out of work early and texted Bryan in the hope that maybe he might be free. They’d set up their next date of the five for Thursday, but nothing said she couldn’t change things up a bit. So far he hadn’t answered her. The extra time gave her a chance to change outfits. Repeatedly.
She settled on a lacy camisole top and jeans and wondered where she’d gone wrong. Too many words, maybe. She needed to communicate on a level he would respond to in swift fashion.
She shimmied out of her jeans and climbed atop her neatly made bed. Did she dare? She glanced down at her cami and tiny pink panties and considered what Vic might do. Assuming her brother wasn’t involved, of course.
Show him your moves.
She pulled at the top of her cami, showing off a hint of cleavage and her matching pink push-up bra. She reclined against her pillows, biting her lips until they stung. Then she clicked the camera and attached the resulting picture to a text.
I’m just lounging around in bed. Bored and alone. But if you’d rather wait for Thursday…
She sent the text and dropped her cell on the mattress. There. She’d made a move. It was up to him to ignore or counter.
A reply didn’t appear as fast as she’d hoped. The early evening twilight became full darkness while she pondered the benefits of going with a partial nude. Vic would’ve recommended a boob shot, she was almost sure.
The knock on her door took her by surprise. As did the bellowing, “Jill, open up.”
She grinned as she debated pulling on her jeans. Nah, she’d sent a message. Why pretend she wanted him for something else? Good girls played the game. So-called bad girls—her new idols—went after what they wanted. So would she.
She fluffed her hair as she hurried down the hall, a teasing come-on already formed on her lips. But when she opened the door, his clenched jaw silenced her.
He looked…wrecked. Hair disheveled. Expression wild.
“I—”
He shoved her inside and kicked the door closed, pressing her body to it and his mouth to her neck in the span of one frenetic heartbeat.
“What are you doing?”
“You know what happens when you send me pictures that tell me you want to get fucked, baby?” He bit the side of her throat, hard. “I stop what the hell I’m doing and oblige you.”
Adrenaline pumped through her system, and she twisted between him and the door, already so aroused that the wet slide of her thighs reached her ears. Could he hear it, too? He overwhelmed her to the point of insanity. “Do you want to—”
“No more talking. You decided to move our date from Thursday to today, but you ended my plans for conversation and a nice dinner out when you sent me that picture.” He ripped her underwear, and she cried out, not from fear but desire. He shoved his hand down the front of her tattered panties and pushed a finger inside her, groaning at the wetness he found. “God, you’re fucking hot.”
She dropped her forehead against the wood, shamelessly riding his fingers. No hesitation. Heat and excitement coiled in her belly as she bore down, encouraging him to press deeper. To give her what she needed without holding back.
“Are you still sore?”
She couldn’t process the question. “From what?” Then she remembered and tried not to squirm away from his focused attention. “No. Not anymore. It’s been days.” Too long.
“Damn right about that.” He tugged the strap of her cami off her shoulder with his teeth while his fingers continued their relentless assault. “I can tell your pussy missed me. Know how I know?”
She made a sound in submission, torn between wanting to hear more of his dirty talk and wanting him to shut up. She couldn’t focus on the pressure way down low when he was rasping in her ear, his choppy breaths on her neck causing her to spiral higher. Too much. He took her places she was scared to go even as she craved the trip.
“This is how I know. Listen to the music you’re making for me.” He jammed his fingers inside her, her body so slick that there was no mistaking the movement. Her cry of shocked pleasure tumbled free, and he did it again, seeking out that spot inside her that made her thighs shake so hard she couldn’t drag in air.
Again and again he worked her, stroking her so violently she inadvertently banged her head against the door. The lewdness of what he was doing increased her desperation. She rode one hand while she grabbed the other, yanking it up to her breasts, needing to feel him everywhere.
He pulled at her cami, and it tore in strips that caged her sensitive breasts, somehow increasing the sensation of his fingers pulling at her distended nipples.
“Make me come. Please.” She didn’t recognize the high, thin pitch of her own voice. She couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t quite get there.
“I will, baby. I’m living for it.” Then his fingers brushed that swollen area deep inside her, and she jerked in his arms, caught between him and the door. She sobbed, writhing at the hot wave of arousal that flooded through her body.
“So damn sexy.” He pushed his soaked fingers in her mouth. “Taste what I did. What I’m going to do again.”
