Trouble

I want to do something sensual for him, so I reach around behind me and unbutton my skirt, sliding it down my smooth thighs.

I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body. I’m not petite. I’m tall and curvy, what some people would call a big girl. My stomach is soft, but Spencer looks at me like I’m a chocolate soufflé. He actually licks his lips.

“Incredible.”

“Not too much?” I step closer as his shirt opens.

His skin is a nice olive tan dusted with soft, dark hair, and he’s hiding some serious abs under all those layers of expensive fabric.

“So hard…” I trace my fingers along the lines in his torso, curling my nails lightly. His slacks hang nicely on his hips, and I felt his cock against my ass a moment ago.

His lip curls as he pulls me to him again. “Do you know how perfect you are? This gorgeous ass. These breasts.” He unfastens my bra as he speaks, and I inhale a little gasp when he pulls me to his chest. “You’re a Marilyn. A Jane.”

“Spencer…” Our skin slides together, and it’s electricity and heat.

“You want me to stop?” His smokey eyes hold mine.

“No… It’s just… it’s been a long time.”

That makes him pause. “How long?”

“Months.”

“Criminal.” He shakes his head as he resumes his movements, holding me to him and sliding his hands down the small of my back. His lips graze my neck, sending chills through my arms and legs. “We’ll take our time.”

The small hairs on his chest tickle my hardened nipples, and I reach around his waist, sliding my hands down to squeeze the muscles of his ass. “Not too slow.”

He grins wickedly. “There you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“My sassy redhead, come with me.” Taking my hand, he turns and starts towards the hallway.

I step out of my heels as he takes a glass of ice water off the table.

He leads me deeper into his elegantly furnished home. We enter his bedroom, where a massive king-sized bed is positioned against one wall. It’s covered in navy sheets, surrounded by more dark wood and leather. Everything is gleaming brass and polished wood, and it smells like money.

Pausing beside a tall armoire, he places his white shirt on a mahogany valet stand. I admire the ripple of muscles in his arms, the deep line down the center of his back, the definition in his waist.

I take a sip of ice water, and nearly choke when he slides his pants off and turns to face me. Those two lines of muscle drop in a V into his black boxer briefs, and the outline of his erection makes my stomach quiver.

“Come here.” It’s a low command, and I’m quick to set the water down and obey. “Stop. Bring the glass.”

Picking it up again, I do my best sexy walk to where he’s waiting in all his broad-shouldered, narrow waist, thick cock straining against dark fabric glory. I want to lick him all over.

“You’re amazing, Sin.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because you’re sexy as sin… sinfully tempting.”

Okay… I like that answer. It makes me smile, which makes him smile.

He takes my hand and turns me so my back is to his chest. His mouth descends to my shoulder as he lifts my breasts in both hands, squeezing and fondling them. My head drops back when he bites my neck, and I almost drop the glass.

He groans, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. “I want you on my lap.”

Heat surges through my core, and my body moves in time with his touch. “Do you remember when you said you wanted to fuck me all night?”