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Shrugging, I continue to rub the soles of her feet. “I don’t really sit on it. I mean, it gets used but not in the traditional sense.”
Her eyes light with mischief. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You bone on this couch but don’t sit on it?”
I nod. “Pretty much. It’s a good height to bend a woman over the back of. Or to spread her out while I kneel on the carpet and eat her sweet pussy.”
“Aha.” Hannah squirms. “And how many other women have complained about the couch?” she asks in a breathy voice that shoots straight to my dick.
“None,” I shoot back. “They were too busy coming to notice.”
She arches a brow and tilts her head. “I’m trying to decide if I should be offended by the fact that you’re taking the time to talk to me while we sit on this God-awful thing. Or if I should be pleased you actually want to talk to me.”
My hands work their way over her calves as I continue to rub soothing circles into her muscles. “It’s up to you how you want to take it.” I grin. “But know that tonight is the first time I haven’t been physically able to keep my hands to myself until I got home.”
“So, I am special?” she muses.
“Very special,” I murmur, my hands rising higher along her creamy flesh. “My recovery time is somewhat more impressive with you, too, even if I do say so myself.”
Her dirty little smirk has me abandoning her legs, taking her drink from her and placing it on the coffee table. I offer her my hand, and she takes it, coming to stand before me, her fingers intertwined with mine.
“Want to be the first woman I fuck in my bed, Hannah?”
She licks her lips. “You don’t do it in your bed with other women?”
I shake my head. “I have a spare room if I feel the need to use a bed. I don’t like sharing my personal space. But I want you inmybed, tangled inmysheets. I want your scent to torment me for days after I’ve had you.”
Hannah curls her hands behind my neck and jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Then what are you waiting for?” she says and slides her tongue along my throat to my ear where she nips the lobe between her sharp teeth then sucks it into her hot little mouth.
I am rock-fucking-solid now. She has me so tightly wound I could fuck her where I stand. But I want her in my bed. Grabbing her ass cheeks in my palms, I stride down the hall to my bedroom.
This guy isgood for my ego. What he said about his recovery time isn’t wrong. I’ve never been with someone who can rock it more than twice in a night. But Sam . . . we had sex at least four times that first night we spent together.
I continue to tongue his ear, loving how the hairs on the back of his neck stand up whenever I do it.
Once we’re inside his room, he lowers me to my feet then takes a stepaway from me.
“Where are you going?” I ask, confused.
He walks backwards until he drops into a black leather wingback chair in the corner of the room. “Take off your dress for me, Hannah. I want to watch you.”
Holy shit, he has some good ideas. I’m so turned on right now I could burst.
I undo the clasp of my little red-bow belt and drop it to the ground. Then, I turn my back to him, reach behind me, and slowly drag the zipper down my spine. I let the material pool at my feet and step out then spin to face Sam in nothing but my black-and-red lace thong.
He bites his fist, eyes riveted to my body.
“Like this?” I ask, stepping toward him.
He holds out a hand, halting me. “Take those off, too,” he says, pointing at my panties.
Sliding my hands over my breasts, I take another step closer then drag them down my stomach. Sam’s jaw clenches as I glide them around my hips before hooking my thumbs in the sides of my thong and, ever so slowly, shimmy them over my thighs. I drop them when I reach my knees.
“Better?” I smirk.
Sam’s throat bobs as he swallows. “So much better.” He stands before stalking toward me and curling his hand in my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growls in my face.
“I have a fair idea,” I tell him, reaching out to cup his hard length through his trousers. “Your turn,” I say, stepping back, out of his reach.
His hand drops from my hair, a smirk spreading across his face as I turn my back on him and strut to his king-size bed. I climb onto it on all fours, my ass swinging in the air as I go, then I roll over on my side, waiting for the show.
