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“I like watching you.”
In that case, I’d give him something to watch.
I pulled the other side of my bra down, cupped my neglected right breast, and mimicked what he was doing to my other nipple.
He rolled harder, so I did, too.
Watching us play with my nipples, Wilson’s wicked smile, the picture of virile male behind me, sent me back down the path of no return. He was building me up again only this time I wouldn’t be able to fight it. The feel of him still clothed, the scrape of the material against my bare skin added to the fantasy.
Me, good girl Atlee Levine fucking a stranger who hadn’t even taken off his clothes. And if that wasn’t enough I was totally getting off watching.
I felt empowered. Desired. Wanted. Sexy.
This beautiful man hadn’t even taken off his clothes before the need to fuck goodie-two-shoes Atlee had overwhelmed him.
Yeah, I felt empowered.
Free to be me.
And I wanted more.
So I took it.
My free hand went between my legs, my middle finger went to my clit, the tip of it grazing his hard shaft as he pounded into me.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“Says the man who’s hotter than sin.”
Wilson tipped his head down but kept his gaze on the mirror when he whispered, “Are you hiding dirty under all that pretty, baby?”
His question was laughable; I was as vanilla as they came.
Or at least good girl Atlee was.
Wilson’s one-night-stand Atlee wanted to find out the true definition of dirty.
“I’m willing to explore dirty.”
The five o’clock shadow Wilson sported abraded my neck when his mouth went to my shoulder.
“You might want to rethink that, sweet Atlee.”
His ominous warning sent shivers over my body—or was it his dick driving deeper?
“Why?” I puffed out.
He quickly pulled out and spun me around. His hands went to my ass and he lifted me off my feet. My legs automatically circled his waist and he planted me back on his dick.
Then I was on the bed, Wilson above me, a look of sensual ferocity that should’ve scared me but instead excited me beyond reason.
When Wilson didn’t move I locked my ankles, uncaring the heels of my wedge sandals were probably scratching his lower back. It was only fair; the buckle of his belt was digging into my thigh.
“Are you gonna stare at me all night or give me dirty?”
Wilson’s lips tipped up into a cocky smile.
“Neither. I’m gonna fucking own you.”
