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“Not right now.” The bass in his voice traveled down my spine.
His hand glided to my hips as he stood directly behind me. My whole body broke out in chills. I wanted to fight him off and tell him to leave. That I needed time, but my body decided that wasn’t an option.
I leaned back against him instead.
His hands tightened on my hips, and he pulled me closer to him so that I could feel his imprint growing. I missed his dick.
“Keep looking out that window,” he said.
“Why?”
“’Cause I want you looking at something pretty while I take my time with you.”
He gathered the hem of my blue top in his fists and dragged it up my body slow, his knuckles grazing my stomach and my ribs on the way. As I lifted my arms he pulled it over my head and let it drop at our feet. The sun hit my bare skin through the glass, and I felt more naked than I had ever felt at night.
“I ain’t never had you in the daytime,” he said against my shoulder. “Always sneaking. Always in the dark with the family down the hall.”
“Justice.” I don’t even know why I bothered saying his name as if I were going to really fight him off.
“I want to see all of you.”
He kissed along the top of my shoulder, then the back of my neck, then down my spine one inch at a time while his hands worked the button of my jeans.
He didn’t unzip them. He slipped his fingers to my lips, having me taste them then he slid that hand down the front, beneath my panties to my pussy.
My forehead dropped to the glass.
“Eyes up,” he said.
I lifted my head and looked at the canal, at the trees, at people walking down there who had no idea. He started moving his hand on my pussy in slow circles, patient as hell, as I grabbed the window frame with both hands.
I was already wet, but now I was becoming drenched. Was it the hormones? Or was it all of my pent-up emotions? Whatever it was, it flowed for him.
“You been thinkin’ about me?” he asked.
“No.”
His hand stopped.
“Try again.”
“Every night,” I confessed.
“Good girl.”
He started to massage my clit again, a little firmer, and I felt my whole body start to wind up tight. Right when I got close, he pulled his hand out of my jeans completely.
I turned my head and glared at him over my shoulder.
“You play too much.”
“I ain’t playing.” He spun me around to face him and cupped my jaw. “That’s just a little tease.”
He walked me backward until the backs of my legs hit the arm of that cream sofa, then pushed me down to sit on it. I fumbled and ended up on the cushion. He knelt in front of me and took hold of my burgundy boot. He unzipped it slow, pulled it off my foot, and set it on the carpet. Then the other one. He kissed the inside of my ankle before he let it go.
Then he hooked his fingers in the waist of my jeans and my panties together. Sensually, he pulled them both down my legs in one long drag.
A tease indeed.
