Page 63 of Callahan
Duh.
“What do you think?”
His hands moved to cup my ass, and he roughly squeezed the exposed flesh.
“I’m helpless to resist you. But you already knew that.”
I didn’t, but my ego appreciated it.
Still, I sassed, “I don’t know… you did a pretty good job of it earlier.”
“I’m trying to be a good guy, here.”
“You don’t have to be on my account.”
His fingers skimmed the scalloped edges of my pajama shorts and ventured dangerously close to my bare pussy under the fabric.
“I oughta spank your ass for being so damn tempting.”
I felt the smirk form on my face.
“Do you really think I’d view a spanking from you as punishment? More like foreplay.”
I was being a brat on purpose—pushing him to give in and fuck me already.
He continued tracing the hem of my shorts while I willed his hand to travel a few inches higher. It didn’t.
“This would be a scandal for both of us,” he warned, like he was trying to convince me this was a bad idea.
“Only if people find out.”
“How could we not get caught? Hell, I’ll bet half the town knows I brought an air mattress up your stairs.”
“Exactly.An air mattress. Which implies we’re sleeping in separate beds. They don’t need to know about anything that happens behind closed doors.” I subtly pressed my body harderagainst him. “We can even put sheets and a blanket on it to keep up appearances.”
I hated how desperate I sounded—and felt.
“I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Lainey.”
“The secret part makes it that much hotter, don’t you think?”
“Do you always have an answer for everything?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Adam tugged on the waistband of my shorts, so they were basically flossing my wet pussy and more of my ass was exposed. He grabbed two handfuls of my butt, pulled me tight against his hips, and snarled, “How about we put that smart mouth to work.”
Oh baby, I thought you’d never ask.
My pussy instantly went from wet to drenched, and I reached for the button on his jeans.
He placed his hand over mine to still the movement.
“Don’t worry, princess. You’ll be on your knees taking my cock in your throat soon enough.” He ran the side of his hand between my legs. I knew the thin fabric had to be soaked. “But right now, I need that dripping pussy on my face.”
Uh, yeah. I can work with that.
He took my hand and guided me to the kitchen table, then gripped my waist and hoisted me onto it while he sat down in a chair directly in front of me, as if I was his meal.
