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Hence me wanting to give her that red ass.
So even though I was still worried about the stubborn woman, I retrieved my badge from the center console of my car and knew that if her reaction to the washi tape was any interaction, then she was going to really like the contents of that little leather box.
Maybe enough that I could use it to smooth over the spanking my little harpy had coming.
That had my lips turning up, despite the worry, and I headed for the rink, unlocking the door, and moving determinedly down the hall to the locker room.
There was noise coming from that direction, but it was a familiar noise, so I didn’t really process it, didn’t really think probably because, I realized later, that I’d heard it so often.
At any rate, I was thinking about that box and Billie’s red ass, so I didn’t immediately realize the locker room had been unlocked when I pushed through the door, didn’t realize the lights were on. Not until I saw what was illuminated within those four walls.
ThenI realized the door had been unlocked.
ThenI realized the lights were all on.
And what they revealed was…
An encapsulation of every fantasy I’d ever had, every bit of porn I’d ever watched.
Billie Rose was standing in the showers, eyes closed, arms up, her naked body completely on display.
Water had turned her skin into a glistening temptation. With her arms overhead, hands in her hair, her lush breasts were hung in a way that meant I was immediately hard and desperate to get my mouth on those taut pink nipples. My gaze slid lower, down over the rounded curve of her belly, the narrow line of her waist, her hips that demanded to be held—no, to be gripped tightly, yanked back roughly as I thrust my cock deep.
Lower still.
To the thin strip of curls camouflaging that slick cunt.
Her gasp drew my gaze back up.
Away from that pussy, up over those curves, pausing at her breasts—because howcouldn’tI pause there? But then I made it back to that beautiful face of hers, saw that her eyes were open.
And they were locked on me.
Cobalt.
I could tell even from here.
I stopped thinking.
My keycard hit the floor, my cell and keys following suit.
Then I was walking into the shower, water splattering over my shoes, soaking into my sweats, my shirt.
“Joel,” she whispered, lifting a hand, touching my chest as though she were uncertain I was really there. But the moment her fingers touched me, she gasped again. “Joel.”
I dropped to my knees, hands going to the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart. “Hush,” I muttered, nudging her back against the wall. “And hold on.”
Her leg over my shoulder.
My tongue sliding lazily through her wet folds.
She shuddered.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I muttered.
She shuddered again.
Then I leaned in, and I ate her like it was my fucking job.
