Page 13 of Second Go-Round
She jolted—bingo.
Teasing the hell out of her G, I lapped at her clit until she shuddered, her panted breaths closing in on a whine.
“Give it to me.” I flicked my tongue over her nub and rubbed deep inside her.
Christine released with a gasped cry, her core clamping down and creaming all over my fingers.
Fuck yes.
Wet squelching noises—lewd and indecently arousing—pulsed need through my groin, and I groaned while lapping up her cum.
A shudder rippled down through Christine, and I eased from devouring to gentle strokes of both fingers and tongue. Once she slumped, I pulled free, sucking the sweetness of her off my hand.
Humming over her addictive flavor, I watched her fluttering eyelashes, her parted lips. Drank in the flush over her freckled cheeks and the pulse thrumming in her neck.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, her mouth curling upward. “It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
Grinning, I kissed each of her thighs and tugged her skirt back down a bit.
“It’s easy when said woman tastes like heaven.” I didn’t lie while settling once more onto the seat beside her. “I could eat you out ten times a day and still crave more.”
A shudder rippled through her at my statement. She blinked open hazed eyes.
My heart skipped a beat as her gaze landed on mine. Same as the second I’d first caught sight of those emerald orbs, I found myself wanting to lean in and drown in her focus. Lose myself to whatever witchery she brewed inside her.
Clearing my throat, I forced my focus on the mini-bar. “Drink?”
“Got any beer?” she asked, her voice a little scratchy.
“Sure thing.”
I popped the top off a longneck and handed it over, the simple graze of our fingers sending a shockwave through me.
Ignoring how she tilted the bottle up, swallowing down the cool beverage, I retrieved her panties from the floor.
“Want these back?” I asked, lifting the soaked bit of satin.
She swallowed her beer before answering. “That depends.”
“On?”
“If you have a treasure full of hoarded panties at home.”
I didn’t—but I suddenly felt the desire to hide hers away from anyone else. Where only I had access to bury my nose in them. Sniff and fill my lungs with her musky sweetness.
They were mine, and I wasn’t giving them back.
Pre-cum oozed from my slit, and grinning, I stuffed a client’s panties in my jeans pocket for the first time since signing on with Elite.
She huffed a little snort. “Guess that answers that question.”
I didn’t bother correcting her about my lack of having a secret stash of cum-covered panties at home. Instead, I opened a bottle of cold water and sucked it down, hoping to cool my dick off the edge of desire to drive into her warmth.
“So how’d you come to work for Elite?” she asked and swigged from her beer again.
Usually, I hated the small talk, the needless and unwanted chatter to pass slower moments while on the clock. But with Christine? I settled in for the ride, wanting whatever I could get out of her. I expected the conversation wouldn’t be stilted or feel forced. Our bodies definitely had an ease between them, and I figured our minds would as well.
“My good friend owns the business,” I answered.
