Page 19 of His Innocent Seduction

She has to walk past me to get her pool cue. I reach out and cup her ass cheek as she does. Her moan is soft but I hear it.

‘Rule clarification. Is touching allowed?’

I nod sagely. ‘It’s encouraged.’

‘I see.’ At that, she lifts a hand to my chest. The curiosity I’d expected when she undressed me is in evidence now. Biting down on that full lower lip, she traces a line around my chest, feeling my ridges and muscles, exploring me as though she’s surveying a whole new landscape.

She turns away abruptly, staring at the table; I can’t take my eyes off her.

There’s an easy shot. She either doesn’t see it or ignores it. ‘Help me?’

She leans over the table, and I see what she’s going for. But I don’t want to help her just yet. I want to watch her. From this angle, the thong is practically non-existent. I’m so hard it’s actually painful to close the space between us.

‘You know, there’s an easier shot...’

‘I like a challenge,’ she murmurs, looking back at me with a smile that robs me of breath. I shadow her with my frame, swallowing her in my size as I have previously. She wriggles back a little and, despite her inexperience, I think she knows she’s driving me absolutely crazy.

‘Concentrate,’ I murmur into her ear, guiding her cue and striking it with her. The white ball hits a striped one and it moves towards the middle pocket, dropping into it.

She breathes out slowly and, without moving, says, ‘Pants.’

I don’t step away from her. Instead, I reach for my button, my fingers brushing her ass cheeks in the process, so I feel her sharp intake of breath. I undo my trousers slowly, revelling in my fingers’ proximity to her body, and then I push out of my pants, allowing my hands to grip her hips.

This is ridiculous. Like this, my cock is separated from her by only the flimsy cotton of my boxer briefs and the lace scrap of her thong.

I press myself against her, and again feel her draw in a gulp of air. I roll my hips and her breath draws in, catching low in her throat.

‘Your turn again.’

She lines the shot up too quickly and misses.

I’m glad. Strip pool is best if she does the lion’s share of undressing.

‘So, is this a regular part of your seduction routine?’ The question is a little unsteady. She sips her beer.

‘No.’ I have an easy shot. I take it, and laugh when two balls land in opposing holes.

‘That’s you done.’ I grin.

But she arches a brow, reaching down and pulling first one sock and then the other from her feet. ‘Not quite,’ she teases back.

I press my hands to my chest, pretending to be wounded.

‘There’s still time.’

‘But all your balls are gone.’

‘Not yet.’ I nod towards the eight ball.

‘Oh.’ She watches as I take aim. ‘What happens when you sink it?’

I look up at her, my eyes roaming her body hungrily, and then move back to the table. I aim for the ball. It’s right by a pocket. With the smallest nudge, I drive it in.

She holds her breath, watching me.

‘Well?’ It’s husky. ‘What’s it to be? Top? Or bottom?’

I pretend to ponder it for a moment, then come around the pool table so I’m right in front of her.

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