“Oh, Alice.” I laughed. “She went home.” I can’t believe I forgot Alice. She would kill me, if she knew.
“I hope she’s not mad that I stole you away for the night.”
“No, she’s not mad.” I shook my head and grinned. “She’s happy that I’m getting laid.”
“Oh?” He reached behind me, and I felt my zipper being pulled down.
“I’m not the sort of girl who normally has a one-night stand.”
“Oh?” He paused and frowned as he looked at me. “This isn’t going to be?—”
“Don’t worry,” I cut him off. “I don’t think this is anything more than one night.”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” He pulled the front of my dress down to my waist, and he stared at my bra-covered breasts and whistled.
“Trust me, I’m not getting any impression.”
“Good.” He nodded, his hands now undoing my bra. “I’m not the sort of man you want to get involved with.”
“Good to know.” I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples. “I’m not the sort of girl you want to get involved with either,” I moaned as he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked. “Ooh,” I cried out and pulled his hair.
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s what?” I groaned as he pulled his mouth away.
“Why don’t I want to get involved with you?” His eyes looked into mine curiously.
“I’m trouble,” I lied and pushed his head back down to my other breast.
“Oh, really?” He grinned, and his eyes flashed with some indistinguishable emotion as he took my other nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” I lied again and closed my eyes. “I’m trouble with a capital T.”
“I like girls that are full of trouble,” he mumbled against my skin. “I like to make bad girls good.”
He nibbled on my nipple and sucked so hard that I felt a jolt of desire flash from my head to my toes.
“Then you’d better get started.” I giggled, and he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
“Oh, I’m ready to get started all right.” He dropped me on the bed and then leaned forward and pulled my dress all the way off. He groaned as he stared at my naked body, the lust in his eyes evident. “No panties? You little slut.” He grinned at me.
“You took my panties,” I protested as he laughed. “And I’m not a slut.”
“I’m not a pimp, so I don’t care.” He pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Six,” I muttered to myself with a half smile.
“What?” He frowned at me as he undid his belt buckle.
“You have a six-pack, not an eight-pack.” I pointed at his stomach as I squirmed on the bed.
“Does that matter?” He fell on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand and ran it down his chest and abs.
“Hmm, let me think.” I ran my fingers across his chest, and I felt the heat emanating from his skin seeping into mine.
Holy shit, he was perfection in a six-foot-two bottle.
“Don’t think too long,” he growled as he pulled his pants down and threw them on the ground.
