I love when she asks me to repeat random words.
I love it even more when she’s watching me with her eyes dark as midnight and her lips parted and her bare skin nearly close enough to touch.
I jerk my chin at the fabric she’s gripping. “I rather think that’s worth a bit more of a show, don’t you?”
“Take your glasses off and put them back on.”
I don’t ask why.
I merely do as instructed.
She bites her lower lip as I slide my glasses back up my nose.
“I like your glasses,” she whispers. “I don’t know why they make you even hotter, but they do.”
“You have a thing for academic men?”
“I have a thing for you.” She angles her body, and one hip comes into view.
One hip with a small black strap hugging it and disappearing behind her.
I swallow as she shifts the barest bit more, exposing a small red bow tied to the triangle of fabric covering her pussy.
My cock pulses harder and my voice goes hoarse. “I have been dreaming of your skin and your mouth and your breasts and your pussy for weeks.”
She drops the curtain a smidge more and runs a hand from her collarbone, down her breast held in skimpy black that barely covers the dark nipple that I can see outlined behind the lace, then lower, her fingers drifting over her belly and down to the better view that I have now of her lacy thong.
“This pussy?”
“Yes.”
“She’s missed you.”
“I am here for the taking, Beatrice.”
Her smile flashes brighter, deepening her dimples. “I never liked my full name until you said it.”
“I never imagined I should get so lucky as to fall for a jailbird until I met you.”
She tips her head back and laughs, exposing her slender throat, and in this moment, I would do anything to have this woman in my life forever.
Marry her.
Die for her.
Anything and everything in between.
“You’ve the best sense of humor,” I tell her.
“No, you’re just that funny.”
“I’d like to be inside you more than I’d like to be funny right now.”
“Ah-ah. Don’t touch your belt. That’s mine.”
“Excuse the paranoia, but I’m struggling to convince myself we truly do have the time to fully enjoy this.” We thought we did three days ago at her apartment when she finished early for the days and while my boys were still occupied in a program, and we were interrupted by Hudson and Daphne. And then there was a phone sex conversation last night that I stopped under suspicion that my children were too close, which also turned out to be an accurate concern.
The paranoia is well-founded.
