“We should burn that book,” I said.
“You don’t want to try any of these positions, like, say, the pile driver or the turtle?”
“The what?” I peeked at the picture. “Oh god, no. That looks dangerous. I’d probably strain something.”
“Or how about this—the launchpad.”
“How do people even come up with that?” I asked, slightly horrified but also a little aroused. “Did someone sit around all day trying sex positions then coming up with weird names?”
“So testing the launchpad is out?” he teased.
“Do you really want my feet that close to your face?”
“No thanks. You get wild when you’re about to come. I don’t want you to break my jaw,” he said wryly.
49
Parker
Iflipped through the book while Sadie sorted through the sex paraphernalia and stuffed it into a drawer in the master bath.
“Some of those look dangerous,” she said. “There’s a sonic clit stimulator that may or may not give you cancer.” She read the package. “It says it emits sonic microwaves.”
“There’s a blow-up doll,” I said, holding up another package with a picture of an inflatable Ken doll. “Your friends thought you needed all of this? I think I’m offended.”
“There’s a bunch of other stuff in here to make me seem better too.” She held up a corset with zippers and buckles. “I’m not even sure how that goes on. Also, I think it’s missing a piece.”
My cock knew exactly how that was supposed to go on. It would look amazing on her tits.
“Try it on,” I said.
“I don’t know,” Sadie said. “It’s a weird bondage thing. There’s a matching whip.”
“Didn’t you get the memo? That’s all billionaires want. We all have a dedicated bondage dungeon.”
“You laugh,” she said, “but there’s a whole leather harness thing in here just for you.” She snickered at my expression. “Not so keen on it now, are you?” she said, shoving the toys into a drawer. “Though I bet you would look super sexy with that leather across your chest.” She trailed a finger over my collar.
“Careful, or I might have to try one of those positions,” I said, drawing her close to me.
“Which one?”
“You want to be late for work?” I asked. “Or really late?”
“Just late.” Her eyes were glazed with desire. I wanted her immediately.
I turned her around. “Southern style.”
I kissed her hard, unbuttoning her shirt and exposing her perfect tits. I took one nipple in my mouth then the other. Then I turned her around and bent her over the bed. She whimpered as I pulled down her soaking panties and hiked up her skirt. She shivered as I kissed the insides of her thighs, then she gasped as I pressed my mouth against her wet pussy. Her hips jerked, and I grabbed her ass, holding tight as I extended my tongue and licked the slit, starting at her opening then moving slowly to her clit. She moaned when the burst of pleasure shot through her. I moved my tongue back and forth over her clit, making her whimper. I unzipped my pants. I was hard from listening to her beg for my cock.
“I’m going to come,” Sadie panted.
“You just do that,” I said, lifting my head.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned as I moved behind her. She spread her legs wider, the smell of her lust making me aching and hard.
“What makes it Southern style?” she said, tilting her head to look back at me as I rolled on a condom.
“You want to find out?”
