“Now’s your chance. I’m your toy—at your complete mercy. You can do anything you want to me, and I’ll say thank you.”
Her blue eyes darkened, and she licked her lips. “What if I want you to touch me?”
“Tell me where. Tell me how.”
“On my neck—like you were before.” She tilted her head, exposing the long column of her throat.
Devon nipped below her ear, then licked along her jawline. “Here?”
She moaned and rolled her hips. “Yes.”
He ran a hand up the center of her back and fisted her hair at the nape, positioning her head so he could kiss her.
Her mouth opened, her tongue rubbing against his, and it was his turn to groan. Her fingers brushed against the ‘V’ created by the open collar of his shirt before she unbuttoned it. She spread the two sides, running her palms from his shoulders, over his pecs, down to his navel.
Fuck. He wanted her hands lower. All over his body. Clenching around his shaft as she jerked him off. He thrust up hard, and she gasped. Tugging the end of her blouse from the back of her pants, he shoved his hand in, sliding his middle finger into the cleft of her ass.
She moaned and thrust against him. Leaning back, she pulled the blouse over her head and off, tossing it aside. Her dusky-rose nipples peeked out of the lace edge of her bra.
He lifted one to his mouth, tonguing it through the thin fabric. Addison’s head fell back. He pulled the fabric down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking the tight bud.
“Oh!” She rocked her hips harder.
Bracing his legs, he stood and carried her to the bed, where he dropped her unceremoniously.
Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, and her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to her breast. Like he was going to go anywhere.
He stilled when someone knocked at the door. A second knock was followed by, “Addison? It’s Connie and Paige.”
Her body sagged under him, and he rested his forehead between her breasts. “Fuck. Think we can ignore them?”
They knocked again. Louder. “Addison.”
She sighed and wiggled under him, pulling the cup of her bra back over her boob. “I don’t think so.”
Devon pushed up from the bed and adjusted himself. He picked up her blouse and handed it to her. “You might want to fix your hair.”
She smirked. “Why? Do I have sex hair?”
“Almost sex hair.” He kissed her hard. “I’ll let them in.”
“Okay.” She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
He combed his fingers through his hair, then buttoned up his shirt. Swinging the door open, he said, “Ladies.”
Paige sent him an amused look. “Where’s Addison?”
“Here.” She came out of the bathroom, hair smoothed down and blouse in place once more.
“There’s a gathering for the ladies,” Connie said.
“Graham needs you across the hall,” Paige said.
Devon nodded and held the door for the women, grabbing Addison’s hand before she left. He kissed the back of her hand. “Be safe.”
