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His mouth moved from her neck to the curve of her breasts. She sighed, lifting herself against him and running her hands over his back. There were muscles here, muscles that shifted and pulled. Muscles that worked.
Her fingers played up those muscles like a glorious piece of music on the piano, stopping at her favorite notes and listening for the times when she hit a spot that made him moan.
She hadn’t realized how magnificent a man who worked with his body could be. She’d been blind and stupid and so certain that only one way of appreciating the body and the mind could interest her. Then he hit a good spot and she lifted her pelvis in response, too desperate for him to keep thinking.
She felt empty. He could fill her. He was going to fill her. He was going to make her moan. He was going to make her scream.
And she had almost let numbers convince her to miss out on this.
His hands started working her waistband, and she froze. He stopped. “You still here with me? We okay?”
She nodded, but he still didn’t move. His hand was hovering enticingly over her belly button, not yet moving to pull her pants off. She let go of his back and used both hands to shove her pants down. Only his body was in the way, so her pants caught on her hips.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, his smile taunting. He knew the answer; she could feel it in the flex of his fingers against her body.
“It’s a yes.” She moved her hand over to his, to hurry him along.
He tsked in response, blocking her access with his hand and his body. “Now, now. I think you’re rushing this. We’ve got some things we need to talk about.”
“Now?” she said in a near shriek.
“Well…” He paused, his voice teasing her as much as his hand hovering right over her pussy was teasing her. Making her want.
As if she didn’t already.
“The first thing we need to establish is if you have condoms. I’m going to take off your pants, and I want to know what my rules are here.”
Finally he moved his hand enough to give her access to her pants, but he was quicker than she was. Her pants were undone and his hand was there, warm on her pussy, playfully tormenting her with possibilities.
“See, I want to know if I will be using my hand here.” A finger slipped under the elastic of her panties, sliding against her pubic hair and the crease of her leg. “Or maybe I’ll use my mouth, like I did last night and feel you shake and shiver against my lips.”
Thinking about his mouth there was enough to make her shiver, and his eyes darkened in response. “Like that idea, do ya?”
“Well, I’ll want to know what all my options are before I commit to any one thing.”
He pressed a kiss against her belly button. His lips were warm now, but she could still taste the gin that had been on his lips. “Of course, I want my cock in here. I want to feel you warm and tight around me. And I want to kiss you while you come.”
“Any reason we can’t do all three?”
“Does that mean you have condoms?”
She nodded. “Upstairs. In my bedroom.”
He slid his finger out from under her panties as he sat up. “Well, then. Let’s get moving in that direction. You’ve given me quite the to-do list. I want to make sure I do everything I’ve been told.”
Once he was on his feet, he held out a hand and pulled her up alongside him. “You’ll have to lead the way.”
Hand in hand, she took him with her up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Jason made good on his promise. Between his hands, his tongue and his cock, she came twice before curling up in his arms and falling asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“WHAT WAS IT you wanted me to get out of here?” Jason called from Marsie’s home office the next morning, looking around at the room in her house that was probably the most Marsie. Most of the walls held tall, light-colored bookshelves full of books, everything from what looked like programming books to old textbooks to mass market paperbacks, and all of it was organized by subject. Probably by author as well, but he wouldn’t examine too closely to find out.
Marsie was going to make him some fancy roast chicken. Like chicken baked in a cracker, she’d said. That description was more than enough to dampen his curiosity to look around these bookshelves. He was going to quickly grab the cookbook she’d asked for and head back into the kitchen.
