I thought he was brutally tickling me before. Nope. This. This is worse.
I’m on my back before I can blink, and Warren has me pinned beneath him. His dancing fingers continue their assault all over my ticklish body, but then he adds to it by starting to blow obnoxiously loud raspberries right over my belly.
“Okay, okay, okay! Uncle! Fucking uncle!” I cry.
He doesn’t relent, and I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe.
“Say the words, Miss Valentine.”
“A plus! A plus!” I shout, my body shimmying from side to side. “You get an A fricken plus!”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his ticklish torment abruptly stops, and he looks down at me like the cocky bastard he is.
I narrow my eyes at him as my boobs rise up and down from my erratic breathing. “That was a dirty trick.”
He shrugs, still straddling my body but careful not to put all his weight on me. “I never said I wasn’t dirty,” he says with a salacious smirk.
“Being tickled is exhausting,” I say, suddenly feeling like I need a nap. “Okay, right,” I say, switching gears. “So, while I have you here…”
He cocks a brow at me. “Pretty sure I have you.”
I wave a hand at him. “Same thing. Anyway, now that we’ve been on an official date and done the dirty business, I figured this is the twenty questions part of our relationship.”
“Twenty questions?”
“Yeah, you know, where we move past what’s your favorite color and when your pussy comes all over my cock, I want my tongue in your mouth sort of thing. Now we’re at the part where we talk about the other stuff, ask each other questions, right?”
His eyes glitter in amusement and heat from me reciting his dirty words back to him from last night. I smack him playfully on the chest. “Focus!”
“Apologies. Please continue,” he says, as he begins to trail his hands up my sides and grip my breasts. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I love these tits.”
My breath catches at his words and his hands, but I soldier on. “So...yeah. The real stuff,” I say, forcing my eyes to snap up from his ministrations on my chest to look back at his eyes so I can focus. “It’s like we’re leveling up. I’ll tell you things about me, and then you tell me things about you. You can ask whatever you want. Like, Hey, Trix, why w
ere you naked in my office that day? Or…How’d you end up as such a magnificent matchmaker?”
His gaze flicks to me before he shakes his head. “We’re enjoying each other, Trix. We don’t need to dive in and start picking apart each other’s lives,” he tells me, as he continues to tease my breasts, his fingers plucking at my sensitive nipples.
“Let’s begin,” I say, ignoring him. My body can’t quite do the same though, because my back arches up, shoving my needy boobs further into his palms. He hums in approval and starts to stroke them like they’re good little pets. “Anyway…” I pant, trying hard to stop squirming. “I really was in your office by accident. And the naked thing just sort of happened.”
I feel his chuckle vibrate through our connected bodies. “When it comes to you, Trix, I have no doubt about that.”
I go on. “But since I was in your office accidentally, I figured I’d take advantage of the situation and try to matchmake you.”
“Which you failed spectacularly at,” he puts in, right before he leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
“I did not—shit...that...yeah, do that,” I plead, getting totally derailed.
He chuckles again, my fingers threading through his hair as he works one nipple and then the other. Laving, nipping, sucking, licking...it sends a buzz through my entire body.
“Anyway…” I manage to pant, though it takes considerable effort to keep my brain working well enough to talk. “I’m a real life cupid. Thought you should know. That’s why I’m so awesome at matchmaking.”
“Agree to disagree,” he mumbles before blowing a breath over my nipple, making it harden into a painful peak.
“I am awesome...now. Before, not so much,” I admit, but I lose my train of thought again when he starts moving his head down, down, down.
Oh shit.
Without warning, his skilled tongue licks a path up my slit, and I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut.