Page 58 of Brock’s Mate

Until her hand moved from his hip to his belly, the curve beneath his pelvic bone. The top of his thigh. The backs of her fingers brushed his dick, which was growing and hardening.

Finally he made himself say, “Um. Not that I don’t like what you’re doing, but it’s giving me a raging boner. So if that’s not your intention, maybe you need to… um.”

She’d moved her hand to his dick, and was stroking her fingers up the underside, through his sweats.

He managed, “I guess that answers that question.”

She trailed her fingers up and down his shaft. “I can stop if you want me to,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage of your weakened condition.”

“I—fuck. I appreciate that.”

Her fingers lingered at the top of his sweats, stroking the skin just above the waistband. “I’m waiting for the word ‘stop.’”

Brock swallowed hard. “I’m told that can be ambiguous. Especially when French maid costumes and spankings are involved. It’s better to have a safe word.”

“Mmm. What’s yours?”

“Banana.”

“Okay.” She moved her hand to the base of his dick, stroking up its length again. “Do you want a banana?”

“Hell, no.”

He turned on his back, and her hand slipped down inside his sweats. Fuuuuuck. “I definitely do not want a yellow, dick-shaped fruit.”

Her hand closed around his bare dick, and his eyes rolled up in his head.

She kissed his mouth, and then whispered. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Mmm hmmm.” He could tell he was going to agree with whatever she said.

“So you need to promise me that you’ll stay still.”

“How is that any fun for you?”

She grinned wickedly. “I’ll manage.”

He reached over to the bedside table, groping to open the drawer and grab a handful of condoms. He tossed them on the bed. “Just in case you decide you need them.” Not that he’d ever brought anyone here. They were just part of Colt and Remy’s relentless campaign to get him laid.

He’d never thought he’d be grateful for that.

Desi said, “I thought I told you to stay still.”

“Fine. I submit.” She had no idea he’d already submitted.

She pulled off his sweats, and then her own t-shirt. He couldn’t help but suck in his breath at how beautiful she was.

He’d seen her naked before, but he hadn’t had the chance to just look. Her small, perfect breasts, her lean abs, her strong soft thighs.

She feathered kisses all down his body, taking her time, stroking his skin, her tongue making lazy circles and stripes down his skin, giving him goosebumps. He felt like he was slowly sinking into a lake of warm caramel, every muscle melting.

Except his dick, which was rock-hard and throbbing. He wanted her so bad.

But even that was a strange, unexpected sensation—just lying there, receiving her attention, feeling the anticipation build, and build, into an exquisite mix of pleasure and frustration.

He felt like he was supposed to be doing something, but every time he reached for her, she moved away. “You’re bad at following directions,” she said teasingly. “I might have to spank you.”

“I think I’ve taken enough punishment for one night.”