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SHUT UP AND FUCK ME
LAKE
Remy doesn’t melt underneath me. She roars. She grabs. She claws. Her nails scrape through my hair, and I didn’t know I liked long nails until she dragged hers across my skull. It’s fucking possessive and needy.
Electricity crackles down my body as she kisses me back just as hard, just as fiercely as I kiss her.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a kiss.
There’s just one big problem.
This goddamn duvet between us. I wrench away from her, breaking the kiss to tug the cover off her and toss it to who even knows where.
And damn. Here she is in that sleep shirt and pants, all rumpled and twisted and unbearably sexy because they’re on her.
I tug on the bottom of her shirt, and I’m this close to pulling it off her, when I stop.
“Can you see okay?”
She laughs, then nods. “I can. Up close is fine.”
“Like my dick was after the shower?”
She growls, curls a hand around my neck. “Shut up and kiss me.”
“With so much pleasure.”
As I slant my mouth to hers, I run a hand along her neck, up into those chestnut strands. My other hand brackets her face. Her lips chase mine, hungry and needy. Her hands slip around my bare back, grabbing at me, then traveling down to my ass. I’m just wearing boxer briefs, and I really fucking hope that changes soon.
Remy doesn’t waste a second. Her hands are inside my briefs, and she’s grabbing my ass, and my skin tingles.
Everywhere. Just fucking everywhere.
I’m like a city grid lit up at night. I could power the whole country when she spreads her thighs and invites me closer.
Hello, dream girl.
I grind against her.
She arches her back. Moaning into my mouth. Seeking my tongue. Rocking up against my erection.
It’d be better though if we were naked, and she seems to agree since she’s pushing off my boxers.
I stop so I can help her along, stripping to nothing.
She groans her approval.
I kneel between her thighs and pull down her sleep pants.
And wow.
I didn’t expect anything less than something perfectly put together for my perfect planner, but this? White lacy panties with a red bow right at the center? My dick thumps its approval.
“I really hate that I have to take these off,” I say on a rumble.
Her breath comes in a harsh pant. “Take them off.”
