Dirty Deal (A Perfectly Matched Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Christine Bell

about her all up on his jock about marriage and babies afterward?
    “Yeah, I think I can manage.”
    “Good.”
    Her voice was husky and soulful. A second later, her dress was in a pool at her feet, revealing breasts too beautiful to be real behind a scrap of red lace. There was no more holding back. He closed the space between them and crushed her against him, slanting his mouth over hers, palming her ass with both hands, anchoring her against him.
    Serena broke away. “Please tell me you have a condom?” Her half-mast eyes were full of hope and she held her breath awaiting his response.
    He dug his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans and nodded. “Lifelong fucking Boy Scout. Always prepared.”
    “Oh thank God,” she murmured before turning to face the underside of the stairs. “Hurry,” she whispered feverishly over her shoulder, leaning forward to rest her hands on the knotty wood. The move sent her ass out toward him, giving him an eyeful of red thong and firm, rounded cheeks.
    She didn’t have to ask him twice.
    He reached around her and ran his free hand over her smooth, flat belly, then upward to cup one breast. It was a perfect, pert handful, and he plucked her nipple, reveling in the catch of her breath.
    Somewhere inside him, a dam broke. He shifted, pressing a knee between her thighs until they were spread wide. Kneading his way past her ass cheeks, he paused as he reached her pussy to tug aside the lace and found wet silk. He held his breath, pressing two fingers into her clutching heat. She groaned, her back arching.
    He thrust his fingers deeper, biting back his own groan as her slick walls squeezed him. Damn, he needed to be inside her now.
    He pulled his fingers away and then reached down to unbutton his pants. As his cock sprang free, Serena reached her hand back between them and closed a fist around him. Helpless, he thrust himself more fully into her hand. She began to work his dick in long, firm strokes. In moments he was pumping his hips in counterpoint, a colossal orgasm bearing down on him hard and fast.
    Just as he was about to wrench himself from her magic fingers, she stilled, releasing his shaft. She delicately circled the head of his cock with one fingertip, letting out a satisfied purr as she encountered the drop of moisture that clung there. A jolt of pure animal lust shot through him, and the need to bury himself inside her overwhelmed all thought.
    He pulled back for a second, fumbling briefly with the condom before returning to her. Wrapping a fist in her hair, he grabbed his dick, rubbing it up and down against her hot slit. Slippery with her moisture, he centered himself and slid home in one long thrust, not stopping until his hips were anchored to hers.
    Serena whimpered, and her pussy fluttered over him. His balls tightened, and his cock throbbed in response, every nerve ending aflame. Desire clawed at him, urging him to move, to thrust, but she was so damned tight. Shaking with the effort of remaining still, he leaned forward to whisper, “You like it?”
    “Jesus, yes.” To emphasize her words, she retracted from him until only the head of his dick was still inside her, and then slammed her ass back against him. He let out a loud grunt before he could stop it.
    They both stilled, realizing at the same time that, while it was called Slap and Tickle Shore, they were still very much in public.
    Serena quivered and Bryan flexed his hips. But for the sound of their harsh breathing, and the waves lapping against the shore, the beach remained silent. He took that as a good sign and reached around to cover her pelvis with his hand, pressing her back toward him.
    Slipping his index finger into her folds, he found her clit, plump and slick. He massaged it in quick, light strokes as he plunged into her from behind, settling into a merciless rhythm. Deeper, harder each time until his pelvis slammed against her ass. His balls tightened almost painfully, ready to launch, the urge to