What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

His hands rested at the dip in her waist. She leaned forward and kissed him, their lips tangling. She rubbed against him, her breasts pressing to his chest, her sex grinding against his erection.

“You’re already hard for me,” she murmured.

“From the moment you walked through the door.”

“That’s so hot, Alex.”

He kissed her this time. A scorching one that sparked her passion and made her insanely wet.

When she pulled away to catch her breath, Alex palmed her breasts and gave them a rough squeeze that sent a titillating thrill through her. She leaned back, her spine arching as her shoulders and head rested against the glass top of the table. Alex massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples tight until she ached for him.

Her eyelids fluttered closed. She slid a hand behind the lace covering her at the apex of her legs and rubbed her clit with two fingers.

“That’s so damn sexy, Lo. Keep doing it.”

He tucked the cups of her

bra under her breasts, and rolled and pinched the hard centers with his fingers and thumbs. She picked up the pace between her thighs.

“Let me help,” he murmured as he brushed aside the thong and eased a long finger into her. Then a second one. He pumped vigorously while she massaged the ultra-sensitive pearl that pulsed with wicked beats. His other hand remained on her breast, caressing the full mound, squeezing firmly, whisking his thumb over the puckered nipple.

“Alex,” she moaned. “Oh, shit.”

Without doubt, everything about her sinfully delicious encounters with Alex set her off. His strokes were quick and assertive. It took mere minutes for the two of them to work her into a frenzy, and she came on a crazed rush of fiery sensations, a sharp cry falling from her lips.

* * *

Lola’s loud pants of air filled the room, above the soft, eclectic music of the CD Alex had put in the player before she’d come in.

“That was so good,” she whispered.

Alex gently gripped her wrist and dragged her hand from inside her panties. Then he slid the two fingers she’d used to get herself off into his mouth, tasting her.

She gasped at the intimate gesture. Her eyes snapped open and she straightened. Their gazes locked. Her heart thundered.

“Alex.” Her pussy throbbed and lust hummed through every inch of her. “Get a condom and fuck me.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. Alex was on it.

He lifted her off his lap, and she stood, albeit shakily. His gaze remained on her as he dug in his pocket for a foil packet and deposited it on the table.

As she’d noted, he was already hard. That could prove hazardous.

Don’t get too excited, dude.

Lola’s affection was currently related to his dick, he knew, and nothing more. Although, if sex was the way to her heart, he’d give her everything she wanted and needed—and enjoy every second of winning her over.

He got to his bare feet, dropped his pants, and kicked them away. Then his fingers hooked in the strands of Lola’s thong, and he dragged the material down her legs and helped her out of them, since she still wore the heels. He unfastened her bra and tossed it aside.

“Feel free to parade around the condo just like this,” he told her. “Day or night.”

She laughed softly. A sweet, feminine sound that did him in.

“No more robe, huh?”

“Definitely no more robe.”

Because she took his breath away. His cock had jumped to attention the second she’d entered the room, knowing the fantastic body beyond the clothes and the way she felt beneath him, on top of him. In his arms. The way she moved with him, hungry for what he gave her. The way she moaned and begged him to fuck her harder.