One eyelid lifted and she saw Clay on his hands over her body, a gratified smile on his face, his lips landing on hers hard for a quick kiss.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“I feel great. I’ll be thinking of this all night. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said, standing up.
“Where are you going?”
He turned to leave her room.
“Home.”
“No,” she said, grabbing his arm. “It’s my turn.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ve got to get back.”
She looked down and saw his dick straining against his jeans. “But this needs my attention,” she said, grabbing him. He went to step back and she slid her hands into the front and unbuttoned him fast.
“You don’t want to do that. I’m hot and sweaty. I’ve been working all day and need to shower.”
“So?” she said. “You just did that to me before I could shower. I’ve been chasing kids all day. You didn’t care, did you?”
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
She had his pants undone and his cock in her palm, her fingers closing over it.
His eyes shut and she smiled. He couldn’t see it, but she didn’t care.
She loved she won this round.
She nudged him toward the bed and pushed his ass down on it.
The edge of her tongue grazed his tip, and his shaft jerked back some.
Hmmm, now he knew how she felt.
She did it again, watched the same reaction, then lifted her eyes to look up at him.
He was staring at her.
She smiled, opened her mouth and went deep.
A lone groan fled out.
That was more like it.
She bobbed her head down and then back up, her fist following like a magnet.
The taste of him was intoxicating.
All male. All hers.
She wanted it all the time.
She’d take what she could get for now.
