Page 121 of Scoring Lessons

No, she hadn’t.

Because I couldn’t.

THIRTY-TWO

WESLEY

I THINK YOU’RE JUST A KINKY GUY.

“Olivia?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

I studied the look on her face, and a lazy smile hooked on the corners of my lips. “Bratty responses get consequences.”

She mirrored my pose, her smile turning coy and dangerous. “Are you threatening me with a good time?”

I barked a laugh as I hoisted her over my shoulder, caveman style. She let out a yelp, and I gave her ass a playful tap then dropped her on my bed.

She looked absolutely breathtaking.

Splayed in my bed. Wearing my clothes.

Like she was mine, and mine alone.

She propped herself up with her elbows, her gaze locked on mine. She gnawed her bottom lip, her eyelashes fluttering with that not-so-innocent-but-trying-to-look-like-it look as she parted her legs slowly.

“Shit, baby,” I murmured as my knees met the mattress. Arousal pooled in my cock at the sight of her in nothing but my sweater. I leaned forward, careful not to put any of my weight on her, and dropped a kiss on her exposed collarbone.

She tipped her head back with a content sigh, and I took it as a sign to continue peppering her with kisses. I ran my tongue across the side of the column of her neck, wrapped my lips around the sensitive flesh, and sucked slightly.

Her sighs turned into breathless little moans, and she widened her legs to give me more access.

I smiled against the softness of her skin, grabbed the hem of the sweater, and took it off. Her nipples were pebbled, the soft lights of the room gleaming against the barbells.

I grabbed a handful of her tits and squeezed. “Such a pretty, needy girl,” I husked. “You’re ready for more, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied quietly, but unapologetic.

“Hmm.” I tugged one of her barbells carefully then rolled it between my thumb and index finger.

She arched her back, her lips parted. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” I whispered through a knowing grin, shifting back on the bed so her legs fell across my lap, letting her straddle me.

As I continued playing and tugging one of her nipples, I took the other one in my mouth, running lazy circles with my tongue around the areola then giving it a few gentle sucks.

“Wesley,” she moaned.

I gripped a fistful of her hair and brought her closer as I continued to play with her breasts. “I love it when you moan my name,” I said against one of them then ran my tongue over it, followed by a suck hard enough to leave a mark.

She ground herself against me, leaving a damp spot on my boxers.

I searched for her face. We were close enough that our lips brushed when she let out another moan as I tugged her nipple again.