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“Baby,” he murmured. “You’re killing me.”
Desire in his voice. His eyes. His touch.
I smoothed my fingers over his jaw, feeling the bristles of his beard on my skin, shivering again when I remembered the feel of that hair rubbing between my thighs. “You like it.”
“Yes.”
I bit my lip, heart pounding. “You want to do all those things to me.”
Another breath in, his shoulders lifting, lungs expanding, abs contracting. “Yes.”
His text. The washi tape. How he’d held me and been so gentle when I’d freaked out. How he’d wiped my tears away when I’d cried.
Not to mention the orgasms.
Fulfilling my fantasy.
Wanting me now.
I just…well, the wicked in me took over.
I reached forward, nudged at the tuck in his towel, the little strip of fabric holding it in place.
It puddled on the floor.
His cock sprang up.
“Dealer’s choice, honey.” A beat, his body going really, really still. “You pick which one you’re going to do to me.”
Twenty-Nine
Joel
Iwanted to do all of what she’d described.
Wanted to unleash some fantasies of my own—now spinning through my mind, a picture book of fucking I wanted to write, had been plotting for months, for years.
I’d never dreamed about fucking her here.
Now I knew I’d never be in this room without remembering her in the shower, naked and wet and slick on my tongue.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroked, sending me dangerously close to the edge while at the same time reaching for the waistband of her sweats, tugging them partway down her thighs and giving me a glimpse of the curve of her ass.
“Bench,” I muttered.
“What?” she whispered.
“Bench,”I repeated.
Then I suited words to actions, tugging her hand off my cock, yanking her up from the bench and making quick work of removing her sweats, her shirt.
“Joel,” she murmured.
“Bench,”I said again, flipping her around, pushing between her shoulder blades and coaxing her down so that lush ass was up in the air. I ran a finger down her spine, dipped it between the cleft of her cheeks, pressed lightly against the taut circle of muscle.
She inhaled sharply.
“Not today, baby.” I bent, nipped at one cheek and then the other. “Soon, but not today.”
