belly. She refused to think of the fact she should be doing crunches on a daily basis. Danny hadn’t run screaming from the patio so maybe he really didn’t care.
Women of substance. The thought made her smile and she arched a brow then ran her palm over her mons in a very slow circle. She’d be fine. As long as the tips of her fingers avoided her clit, she’d be fine. She found a rhythm, one that stoked the fullness building inside and she shifted her hips against the sensation.
“Oh yeah. That’s perfect.” The words escaped her lips and she heard the sound of metal scraping concrete. A second later Danny was at the door.
“Change of plans.” His voice was huskier than it had been when he was effectively seducing her under the guise of the earl. He stalked into the room, his voyeuristic perch apparently forgotten. Erin took a step backward, her heart thundering as he pulled his shirt up his body and over his head in one fluid motion. He was ripped. To the point that her mouth actually watered. Better than anything she could have dreamed or written. Better than any group-mailed half-naked image. Better than any hottie on any blog.
She watched him fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans before he splayed his large hands over her ass and yanked her lower body into his. He was rock hard and long, his thick cock nestling between her already swollen labia.
“ This is perfect. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.”
He looked down into her eyes and Erin lost her breath. Desire shone there. Hot and intense. Promising. He moved one hand to grab the back of her hair and tilted her head.
“I can’t decide what to do first—go down on you or hoist you into my arms and be totally selfish and bury my cock balls-deep.”
His lips descended in a firm, unrelenting kiss that had her gripping his arms for support. When she realized he wasn’t about to let her tumble she ran her palms over his pecs , loving the little flex he offered before breaking the kiss.
“The ottoman’s looking pretty good,” she whispered.
He nipped at her neck and she thrust her pussy harder against his erection.
“Fuck that,” he growled. He dipped his big body down and hoisted her over one shoulder.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she asked, enjoying the view of his jeans riding low on his ass as he stalked across the room.
“My best caveman impersonation. I know you dig that. I saw the book sitting on the chair. Which way’s the bedroom?”
“To the right. And they’re not that kind of cavemen,” she said, her breath hitching when the arm around her lower thighs tightened and he ran his palm over the globes of her ass. “They’re models.”
“Got it. Like the dude on the cover.” He stopped just inside the door to her bedroom. “Hit the switch, Erin. I have a feeling I’m going to like what I see.”
She barely had time to turn on the light before he walked quickly across the plush carpet and stood in front of her triple dresser.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered. “Baby, you’ve got great legs but this…this is what I’ve been dying for.
With one finger he traced the outline of her ass cheeks, two big swooping curves to the right and back toward the left, and Erin struggled against his restraint. She had never liked her ass. Thought it was way too big for the rest of her body.
“Be still,” he ordered. His palm connected to her right cheek with a sound crack. A jolt of desire rocketed straight toward her cunt and Erin fell forward, the air whooshing from her lungs as she reached down and grabbed his hips. Her flesh stung, and just as she was about to voice that fact, he landed another firm swat to the other cheek.
Her startled gasp echoed through the room. A few breaths later she was able to slowly push herself upward until her body was nearly perpendicular with the floor.
“I love white panties,” he said in a reverent tone. A second later his hand connected again and Erin tried to wiggle her
Women of substance. The thought made her smile and she arched a brow then ran her palm over her mons in a very slow circle. She’d be fine. As long as the tips of her fingers avoided her clit, she’d be fine. She found a rhythm, one that stoked the fullness building inside and she shifted her hips against the sensation.
“Oh yeah. That’s perfect.” The words escaped her lips and she heard the sound of metal scraping concrete. A second later Danny was at the door.
“Change of plans.” His voice was huskier than it had been when he was effectively seducing her under the guise of the earl. He stalked into the room, his voyeuristic perch apparently forgotten. Erin took a step backward, her heart thundering as he pulled his shirt up his body and over his head in one fluid motion. He was ripped. To the point that her mouth actually watered. Better than anything she could have dreamed or written. Better than any group-mailed half-naked image. Better than any hottie on any blog.
She watched him fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans before he splayed his large hands over her ass and yanked her lower body into his. He was rock hard and long, his thick cock nestling between her already swollen labia.
“ This is perfect. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.”
He looked down into her eyes and Erin lost her breath. Desire shone there. Hot and intense. Promising. He moved one hand to grab the back of her hair and tilted her head.
“I can’t decide what to do first—go down on you or hoist you into my arms and be totally selfish and bury my cock balls-deep.”
His lips descended in a firm, unrelenting kiss that had her gripping his arms for support. When she realized he wasn’t about to let her tumble she ran her palms over his pecs , loving the little flex he offered before breaking the kiss.
“The ottoman’s looking pretty good,” she whispered.
He nipped at her neck and she thrust her pussy harder against his erection.
“Fuck that,” he growled. He dipped his big body down and hoisted her over one shoulder.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she asked, enjoying the view of his jeans riding low on his ass as he stalked across the room.
“My best caveman impersonation. I know you dig that. I saw the book sitting on the chair. Which way’s the bedroom?”
“To the right. And they’re not that kind of cavemen,” she said, her breath hitching when the arm around her lower thighs tightened and he ran his palm over the globes of her ass. “They’re models.”
“Got it. Like the dude on the cover.” He stopped just inside the door to her bedroom. “Hit the switch, Erin. I have a feeling I’m going to like what I see.”
She barely had time to turn on the light before he walked quickly across the plush carpet and stood in front of her triple dresser.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered. “Baby, you’ve got great legs but this…this is what I’ve been dying for.
With one finger he traced the outline of her ass cheeks, two big swooping curves to the right and back toward the left, and Erin struggled against his restraint. She had never liked her ass. Thought it was way too big for the rest of her body.
“Be still,” he ordered. His palm connected to her right cheek with a sound crack. A jolt of desire rocketed straight toward her cunt and Erin fell forward, the air whooshing from her lungs as she reached down and grabbed his hips. Her flesh stung, and just as she was about to voice that fact, he landed another firm swat to the other cheek.
Her startled gasp echoed through the room. A few breaths later she was able to slowly push herself upward until her body was nearly perpendicular with the floor.
“I love white panties,” he said in a reverent tone. A second later his hand connected again and Erin tried to wiggle her
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