Page 60 of Playboy’s Purgatory

My eyes traipse over her body when we’re done and she’s standing in front of the mirror to get the full body view. There’s too much to look at. And I want to see it all.

I snap a few pictures before leading her back to the chair. Keeping my hands steady as I wrap up the new section isn’t easy to do. Not even a little bit.

Once I’m done, professionally, my hand lands on her bare knee. When her eyes cut to mine, they’re full of heat and need.

“I think you sat better today than you did before,” the words come out like a gentle purr.

I watch goosebumps rise on her skin and let out a soft grunt filled with satisfaction.

“Were you trying to impress me even more?” I chuckle the words, the sound wrapped up in sin and pushed into our skin with ink. “You didn’t need to. I was already thoroughly in awe of you, Cupcake.”

My hand slides up the inside of Lara’s thigh. She scoots back into the chair. When our eyes lock, she stops and time freezes.

I watch her weigh the moment. The possibility of it.

And I watch her choose to give in.

I’m not stupid enough to think it means anything more than her accepting the pleasure I’m offering her. For today it’s enough.

When I lean over her, I suck her hardened nipple into my mouth through the fabric of her bikini just as my hand reaches the apex of her thighs. The tips of my fingers slide over the fabric along her slit and she lets out a low whimper.

“Fuck,” I growl, “I bet your soaked.”

For me.

I nip her nipple before letting go and trailing kisses up her chest and neck. She’s panting as I pull the bikini bottoms to the side and touch her damp pussy lips. Her hips buck when I circle her clit even though I’m barely grazing her flesh.

“You respond so beautifully,” I murmur against her lips.

When she moans, I take her mouth in a kiss which sears itself into my soul. I taste her need and plunge two fingers inside her wet heat.

The way her legs fall open for me feels like being welcomed home.

I kiss her hard as I start to fuck her with my fingers. She rocks her hips in time with my movements. Her moans fill my mouth and my cock leaks in my fucking jeans.

But that’s okay.

I’ll be replaying this in my mind when I stroke my cock later. When I come, it’ll be Lara’s name on my lips.

I curl my fingers and find just the right spot, and she pulls away from me with a gasp as her head falls back. “Oh, fuck, right there,” her words are breathless.

And fucking priceless.

I wish she’d say my name just like that.

My thumb finds her clit and her eyes snap open. Her fingers slide into my hair and she pulls me closer. This time it’s her lips which find mine first.

While my fingers keep fucking her, my thumb moves in tighter circles on her clit.

The need to make her come thrums through me. It’s primal.

And dirty.

And probably wrong in at least three states.

I fuck her faster and the proof of just how wet she is for me fills the space around us. “That’s it,” I coax her, feeling her walls start to flutter around my fingers.

When her hips start to move, I match her movements, finding the rhythm she’s setting and then pushing it just a little faster. I nip along her jawline and bury my face in the crook of her neck. The sound of her moans washes over me; a fucking symphony I wouldn’t mind recording and playing back for myself even though it would become a dangerous obsession.