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Her head tilted to the side. “Whether or not I’m going to have sex with you tonight.”
A smile spread across his face, and he stepped closer, as well. “And...?”
“The answer is yes,” she said softly. As if to punctuate the answer, she swept her tongue across her lower lip.
With such a blatant invitation, Montez lowered his head to hers. The kiss started slow and easy but as heat flared to life between them, it deepened and became amorous.
Making soft whimpers in her throat, Desiree slipped her arms around his neck.
Montez lifted her from the grass, and she circled her legs around his waist. Their tongues tangled together with urgency.
Slowly, carefully, Montez lowered onto the bench and tightened his grip on her bottom.
“We should go inside the car,” he whispered.
“Yes, we should,” she breathed.
Neither of them moved. They continued to devour each other.
She reached between them and stroked his dick, and he groaned. His throbbing hard-on ached in her hand.
“Come back to my place.” He heard the desperation in his own voice but didn’t give a shit. He wanted her horizontal and nothing else mattered in that moment but achieving that goal.
Desiree cupped his face, and they kissed long and hard.
When she finally pulled back, his entire body pulsed with need.
Finally, she answered him. “Yes.”
16
Montez’s apartment was located about twenty miles away, and he made the trip in record time, weaving between nighttime traffic while Desiree had fun messing with his head by rubbing his thigh and occasionally grazing his crotch.
When they arrived at his place, they rushed inside the elevator, and thank goodness they were alone, because he immediately crushed her against him, claiming her mouth in a kiss that seemed to go on forever. Exiting the elevator in each other’s arms, they navigated the hall while they kissed and he walked her backward at the same time. He kissed her temple, her cheeks, her lips—and she leaned into him and absorbed the seductive power of each caress.
As Montez fumbled with the keys at the door, Desiree stood behind him and pressed her breasts against his back. Reaching down the front of his pants, she closed her fingers around his hard dick and gently squeezed. Her knees almost buckled as she handled her old friend. She couldn’t wait to have Montez fill her again, each stroke bringing her closer to a sweet orgasm.
He aggressively jiggled the key, and she was surprised he didn’t break it off in the lock. As she laughed at his distress, he uttered a stream of curse words.
“You’re in so much damn trouble,” he muttered, dragging her inside.
They stumbled through the mostly dark condo to his bedroom, where he damn near tore the clothes from her body by yanking the skirt down her thighs and hauling the top over her head. He paused for a moment in the semi-dark room to appreciate the fullness of her breasts in an orange satin bra, the curve of her hips in its matching thong, and the belly chain around her waist. As his eyes traveled over her, his breathing became more shallow.
“Damn,” he breathed in a rough voice. “My memory hasn’t done you justice.”
His words were an aphrodisiac, and Desiree reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, but Montez stayed her hands by grasping her wrists.
“Before we do this, I need you to say you no longer need the services of At Your Service, and you’re no longer a client.”
Her fingers tightened in the soft cotton. “I no longer need the services of At Your Service, and I’m no longer a client.”
He grinned his sexy grin and whipped the shirt over his head. “Now take this off.” He tugged the front of her bra.
With a sensual smile, Desiree reached behind her and unhooked the lingerie, and it fell low on her arms before fluttering to the carpet. Her nipples tightened in the cool air, or maybe it was because he stared at them as if seeing them for the first time. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the look of appreciation in his dark eyes—the same expression she saw that first night.
He cupped each breast and dragged his thumbs over the tips. Then he bent his head and kissed the soft mounds and swiped his tongue over them. Her breathing trembled at the attention, and she caressed his neck and jaw, smoothing her hand over the softness of his beard.
Montez released the catch on her chain so it fell to the floor. Then he tugged her thong past her knees, and she stepped out of it. His clothes came off next, and then she turned her lips up to his mouth as he lifted her onto the bed. Crouching over her, he nuzzled her neck and placed deep, sucking kisses on the arch of her throat.
