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“Okay well goodnight you two, I’ll see you in the morning.” Chloe heads toward the stairs and now it’s just the two of us.
Avery’s legs are still draped over mine, her body still in my reach, and the blanket doing nothing to shield her little cunt from me. Sitting up suddenly, she flips herself so the blanket falls off her body and lands in a puddle on the hardwood floor. She folds her legs to her body, shifting as she sits up so her torso is now at my reach.
“You gave me a massage, it only makes sense I return the favor,” she murmurs sensually, her voice smooth as fucking silk.
Before I can answer and refuse the massage, her hands are on me, rubbing circles along my shoulders, relieving the tension I’ve had there all fucking day. Hell since the moment they walked through my door yesterday.
Her soft fingers move lower down my back, over my abdomen, and down to my thighs. I stand frozen, unable to react to whatever the fuck is happening.
“Avery,” I groan, as her hand rubs my thigh.
“You seem tense Zane, why are you so tense?” she asks coyly, looking at me through long lashes. Fucking little tease.
“I’m not,” I grunt, trying my hardest to suppress a fucking moan as her hand grazes my erection.Fuck.
“Is it because it’s hot in here?” she asks, releasing her hold on me only to fan herself. “Because I’m so hot. That blanket, the hot cocoa, lying on top of Chloe, it all made me really hot.”
My nerves are shot, this girl is playing with fucking fire. Every word that comes out of her mouth shoots straight to my dick.
“It is pretty hot,” I answer, tugging on the neck of my t-shirt which suddenly feels incredibly tight. I clear my throat, “Maybe we should call it a night.”
She slowly shakes her head in disagreement. “I’m still hot, Zane. It’s these damn pajamas Chloe’s made me wear all day. I thought silk was supposed to be cool, not make me sweat like I’m wearing flannel.”
I swallow back the drool in my mouth. “Maybe you should change.”
Her eyes flick back to mine. “Maybe I should just take it off,” she teases with a wink and a sly smile. I practically choke on my saliva, just as she tugs the top of her shirt as if airing it out. “Mind if I take it off, Zane?” she asks, and I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. Yet there I go choking again at the sound of my name from her lips.
She laughs, a deep, sexy as fuck laugh. “Relax, I’m only kidding.”
I’m acting like a fucking idiot at a loss of words letting this little girl dominate the situation. If she wants to play, then we’re going to play. She has no fucking idea who she’splayingwith.
“You should know not to kid around like that, people will get the wrong idea.”
She flicks the blanket of red hair over her shoulder. “Let them, that’s their fucking problem. I’ve never cared what people say or think about me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her perky tits, and giving me an eyeful of creamy skin.
“I’m not saying you should,” I say, straightening up to meet her. Now it’s me who turns my body towards her and I swear I see her slink back an inch. “Some might think you’re offering something you’re not.”
“Who said I wasn’t?” she asks, defensively.
My smirk widens at how dangerous this is about to get. But fuck I can’t help playing along. “You don’t know what kind of game you're playing, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice low and gravelly, making her shudder. “Or who you’re playing with.”
My gaze trails over her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
The little minx licks her lips, inching closer to me. “It’s you who doesn’t know how to play. A man like you,” she coos, trailing her hand over my chest, her red fingers a stark contrast to the white of my shirt even in the darkness. “With years ofexperience,to put it nicely, doesn’t know what to do with a girl like me.”
“You want to bet?” I ask playfully, my mouth now with a mind of its own. All sense of reason has gone out the fucking door, along with every ounce of my sanity. This girl is dangerous, but so goddamn tempting.
“What do you have in mind,old man?” she asks, with a teasing smile. Avery’s like an open book, everything she wants written all over her face. Now it’s me who must decide if I want to give it to her.
And I just might want to take it all.
“Take it off,” I snap, her eyes shooting wide at my command.
“Wha-what?” Her voice trembles slightly.
“You said you were hot, asked if I minded, well I don’t sweetheart. By all means, take your top off. I dare you.”
A wicked gleam flashes in her eyes as she reaches for the hem of her tank pulling it up and over her breasts, but I reach out and grab hold of it, not allowing her to tug it off over her head the moment I remember she’s wearing nothing under, and her piercings will be the first thing I see.
