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Though for some reason, I don’t hate that idea.
It has to be the liquor, right?
Damn Avery and her lemon drop shots.
31
“Can’t you just give me a hint?” Sloane whines, her wide green eyes meeting mine as she props herself up against my chest on a forearm. She sticks out her lower lip in a pout, batting her eyelashes- and while a weaker man would take one look at her right now and fold, I’m no stranger to her persuasion tactics.
I reach up to cup her jaw, thumbing that pouty lip of hers as I stare into her eyes. I see the flare of excitement in them, like she thinks I’m about to cave and spill all the details about the initiation ritual for squad leaders, and for a second, I let her believe I might.
She perks up even more as I furrow my brow in contemplation, all too eager for me to disclose the secret.
Then a smile breaks across my face and I chuckle lowly, shaking my head. “Nice try.”
“Ugh!” Sloane groans dramatically, rolling off my body and landing on the bed beside me with a huff. “What’s the point of sleeping with the boss if I can’t get special treatment?!”
I slide an elbow underneath me and roll onto my side, smirking down at her. “And here I thought it had something to do with my big dick.”
She rolls her eyes, muttering, “you’re a big dick, alright.”
A growl rumbles from my chest and I lunge for her. Sloane lets out a high-pitched squeal as I haul her back against me, locking an arm firmly around her waist as the fingers of my other hand seek out her most ticklish spot: the sides of her ribs.
She squirms against my hold, trying to get away, but there’s no escaping my iron-clad grip. She erupts into fits of giggles as I tickle her mercilessly, laughing along with her until she’s breathless and tears are leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I only let up because the way she’s wriggling her pert little ass against me has all my blood rushing south. We’re dressed for bed- me in a pair of athletic shorts, her in a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts- and with only these measly layers of thin fabric separating us, we might as well be naked.
Sloane pants to catch her breath, her body melting into mine, and my dick likes that, too. It twitches against her backside and she draws a short gasp, whipping her head around to gape at me.
“Really, Madd?”
“What?” I ask innocently.
“Do you just have a constant boner?”
“When I’ve got you in my bed, yes.”
She rolls her eyes, peeling my arm from around her waist and sitting up, twisting to face me.
“Don’t act offended,” I scoff, rolling onto my back and tucking an arm behind my head. The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I meet her gaze. “You love my cock.”
Her eyes flicker down to the obscene bulge in my shorts that I’m making no effort to conceal, and I don’t miss the way the tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips before her gaze snaps back to mine.
“You’re shameless.”
I shrug a shoulder, still smirking. “You can admit it. I tell you all the time how much I love that pussy.”
“Madd!” she admonishes, swatting at my chest.
I dart a hand out to capture her wrist, tugging her in until she’s falling on top of me, her curly hair wild around her face. As good as she looked last night with her hair straightened, I’m glad the curls are back. They suit her.
“Not everyone has a dirty mouth like you,” she mumbles, planting a kiss on said mouth. She pulls back far too soon, leaving me wanting, but then she gets this devilish gleam in her eye that I recognize all too well.
My dick gets even harder.
Sloane pushes up from my chest, shuffling down my body until she’s straddling my thighs, dragging her fingernails against my abs. “I like to think actions speak louder than words,” she muses, her hands traveling lower until she’s tucking her fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
Fuck yes.
