“Christ, I love you.”
I close the distance between us. Her mouth opens to mine at first contact. Each strike of her tongue against mine has me hardening in my pants.
Layla moans, shifting over me.
“I need you, Simon.”
Best words I’ve ever heard.
“I’ll give you whatever you need. Always.”
Skilled fingers undo the zipper and belt on my pants. Her warm hand rubs over the growing bulge. “Fuck, does that ever feel good.”
Layla’s breath is hot over my mouth. I nibble on her lip, loving the whimper that escapes. My hands slide up and under her dress.
Warm skin is waiting for me.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait, Layla.”
“Me either.”
Grabbing my wallet, I pull out a condom and hand it over to her. She pulls out my leaking dick and wastes no time sheathing me, lining herself up and sinking down.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Fuck, Layla.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, the bite of pain an even bigger turn-on.
“Simon.”
Layla starts to move up and down. The erotic way she moves—the way she’s taking what she wants—is fucking sexy as hell. Everything about her is.
“Faster, Layla.”
My hands move up farther, guiding her hips. Each time she sinks down, I thrust up.
“I need you to come, love.”
“So close.”
Finding her clit, I strum my fingers over it. Sending her right over the edge.
“Simon!”
Her pussy squeezes my orgasm right out of me. I throw my head back, letting her take what she wants from me. For her? For her, I’d give her everything.
Layla slumps against me, breathing fast.
“That would be a first.”
“A first for what?” I ask, curious as to where this is going.
“I guess a first and last. I’ve never donethatin the store before.”
Soft tendrils of hair curl around her face. “Maybe once you get your new store set up, we can break it in.”
Layla’s hazy eyes find mine. “It’s going to be a lot of late nights. Getting some sort of store set up, you know that, right?”
“Maybe I can provide protection for you.”
