Indecent Exposure by Faye Avalon

anchored both his hands on her thighs and pressed down. His eyes gleamed. “Hold on. Tight.”
    As instructed, she tightened her grip on his shoulders a moment before his hands wrapped around her thighs and spread them wide.
    The first touch of his tongue to her heat was like liquid fire and she squirmed so much the ball wobbled precariously. She clenched her stomach muscles, trying to stabilize the ball, but Mitch didn’t even attempt to stop what he was doing. He pressed his tongue deeper, his hands moving up her legs. Using his thumbs, he opened her pussy lips and slid his tongue lightly along her slit.
    Again, she nearly toppled over, but still he didn’t stop.
    He was eating her now. His mouth hot and determined. He sucked her hard, flicking his tongue against her clit until she cried out.
    “Mitch…”
    His response was to press harder. She came, so hard her head spun. She wasn’t aware she’d lost her balance again until his arm shot out to stop her from rolling off the side of the ball.
    She was panting hard, her skin hot, her face burning and for a moment, she wondered if she might have done herself damage.
    Mitch’s mouth glistened with her juices, a slight sheen covering his face which seemed to highlight those amazingly sexy eyes. His chest rose and fell with some effort, stretching the fabric of his shirt in the process.
    She swallowed and gave a lazy smile. “Wow.”
    He moved up her body and planted his hands either side of her ribcage. Leaning down, he kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.
    When she tried reaching for his zipper, he moved his hips away.
    “Aren’t we going to fuck now?”
    He shook his head. “When I get inside you, we’ll need something more solid beneath us. You’ll want something to grip.”
    At the thought of how it would be, she shivered. She imagined him pumping into her, pushing her hard and fast. She wasn’t sure she could wait to experience what he had to offer. “I thought you might have gotten a little adventurous in your old age,” she taunted. “I’m betting you’ve never fucked on a stability ball before. You really don’t like to live dangerously, do you?”
    He grinned, but it was a feral one with not much in the way of humor about it. “Wait until you’ve got that solid grip, then your questions will be answered.”
    Mitch shifted and pulled the thong back up her legs.
    “You really haven’t changed,” she said as she hoisted her ass to let him dress her. “You’re still basically a nice guy.”
    “And you never liked nice guys.”
    “No, I didn’t.” She took her bra from him. “They’re usually no fun.”
    And usually have the ability to break a woman’s heart. She was safer with the bad boys—casual relationships with men she could never love and who would never love her. Except she could never define her relationship with Costas—the ultimate bad boy—as safe. Look where it had gotten her.
    “This wasn’t fun?”
    She looked at Mitch as she slipped on the lace. What he’d just done to her wasn’t in the plan. She wasn’t supposed to have fun, or feel anything as intensely as what she’d felt when he’d had his mouth on her so intimately. She glanced at her bag lying on the bench. “It would have been better if you’d fucked me.”
    “Like I said, next time.”
    “Who says there’ll be one?” She struggled to fasten her bra. “Maybe you’ve lost your one time only chance to be inside me.”
    He pulled her to standing, then whipped her around and fastened her bra for her. When she tried to turn back to him, he held fast so she had no choice but to let him do what he wanted.
    “What are you running away from, Gina?”
    His voice was low, his question a mere whisper against her ear. The sensation of his breath against her ear was tantalizing, but the nature of his question hit too close to home.
    “I’m not running away from anything.” His hands slid around her bare waist and cupped her breasts. She resisted