My computer beeps with each message, but I don’t have time to answer her. I sort through my closet, searching for the red silk robe that I’ve had in mind for this since I devised this planwhile Drake formed his flower. Finally, I find it mixed in with my winter coats.Because why wouldn’t it be there?
The material is so soft against my skin, hitting just low enough to barely cover my ass. I cinch the tie around my waist but loosen the top so my cleavage is totally exposed, and my nipples will be, too, if I move the wrong way.
Ding dong!
“I love it when a plan comes together,” I say, applying a few spritzes of my sexiest perfume. Then I shut my computer and toss it into the laundry bin.I’m never going to find that tomorrow.
Ding dong!
“Coming,” I call in my most innocent voice as I hurry to the door. “Just a moment, please.”
My heart races so fast that I’m dizzy. I’ve never had to put this much work into getting a man to want to sleep with me. It’s annoying and frustrating, and if this doesn’t work, I might suffocate him before he can leave. But as much as I hate to admit it, this has been fun.
And it’s about to get spicy.
I take a breath, open the robe just a bit more, then open the door.
“You …” He swallows.Hard. “Left your phone in my car.”
I lean against the door and bat my lashes. “Did I? How silly of me.”
His eyes scrape along my skin as they drop down my neck, over my collarbone, and between my breasts.
“I was just getting ready for bed,” I say innocently. “If you want to hand it over, I’ll?—”
“Fuck it.”
Drake
She’s in my arms, my mouth on hers, capturing her gasp of surprise and then the sweet, delicious moan of relief, before either of us can process what’s happening.
We move backward, a wild tangle of hands, lips, and tongues moving, touching,feeling.
“Oh,” she moans as her back smashes into the wall behind us. A painting just above her head slips from the force, swinging perilously from one screw. She giggles through the kisses, leaning her neck to the side to allow me access. “It took you long enough.”
She reaches between us, slipping her hands under the hem of my shirt. Her palms skate over my skin—her nails sinking into me just enough to make me hiss. The scratches tomorrow are absolutely worth having her hands on me.
“Now’s not the time to talk shit,” I say, licking a trail across her collarbone.
I shove the silk off her delicate shoulders, the fabric pooling around her waist. Her tits hang in perfect teardrops—heavy and smooth with dark nipples begging to be sucked. I cup them both in my hands and draw one between my lips.
“That’s the theme of our relationship at this point—ooh!” She moans as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Oh, my fucking hell, that feels good.”
I fumble with the tie at her hip, finally freeing it with one hand. It falls open, exposing the front of her body. The sight ofher, perfection personified, makes my cock so hard it’s difficult to breathe.
Rounded stomach. A deeply curved hip. Thighs that I want around my head as soon as possible.
“Holy fuck.” I lick my lips. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure where to start. She’s like a fucking amusement park, and all the rides are mine for the taking.How’d I get so lucky?“Woman, you’re a fuckingdream.”
She drags the hem of my shirt up over my head and tosses it somewhere in the depths of the house. “I need to come,” she says, unfastening my pants. “I’ve waited far too long. How do you plan on accomplishing that?”
“Wait a minute,” I say, chuckling. “You’re not in control here.”
“The hell I’m not.”
My pants fall to the floor. I kick off my shoes, then pull off my pants and socks. My cock is stretched to the ceiling with a bead of precum on the tip, aching to be sucked.
“I thought you liked giving oral,” I say, stroking myself. “Get on your knees for me.”
