With that, Jared is up and out of his seat so fast that I blink. In moments, he’s on me on the couch, and he’s pushed my curvy form back so that I’m cushioned in his arms, staring up into those deep blue eyes.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Do you think you can belly dance for me again? I’d love to see it.”
My insides go soft and mushy and without even realizing it, my legs part beneath his, welcoming him into the warm vee of my body.
“Are you sure, Mr. Michaels?” I whisper. “We’re not on Sanctum grounds right now. It could get even nastier than what you expect.” OMG, what am I saying? I was going to make a quick escape, but instead, I’m here, teasing the billionaire while ensconced in his arms. But Jared’s blue eyes merely flash as he leans down to run his tongue up my slim throat. “I’d love to get nasty with you, sweetheart. Tell me, have you ever belly danced from the back? You know, through your bottom hole.”
I stare at him.
“Is that even possible?” I gasp.
My man merely grins and then leans forward to catch my lips with his own again.
“Let’s find out, shall we? It’ll be fun, baby girl.”
With those words, I give myself up to the pleasure again, sailing among the waves as Jared takes me over and over again. It’s so wrong because I was originally all about doing damage control. But this man ripped through my defenses with a few words and a kiss or two, and now, I’m giving it up to him in the dirtiest of ways … and loving every second of it too.
7
Jared
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“Oooh, I got a strike!” Marcy squeals with glee, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like a kid in a candy store. She twirls around, her brown locks flying in a gorgeous semi-circle. Then, the curvy girl does a little victory dance that involves her shaking her ass and wiggling her shoulders.
I can’t help but laugh at her joyous enthusiasm. “Lucky roll,” I tease.
Marcy bites her bottom lip, a naughty gleam in her eye. She struts toward me, shaking her hips as she walks. “Face it, Jared, I’m just better at bowling than you.”
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow and lunge at her playfully. Marcy squeals once more and darts away in a flash, but I still manage to smack her ass before she can get too far. She giggles again and then bumps her bottom once more because we both know her ass was made to be worshipped. But first, bowling and drinks. We both lean back against the hard plastic seats and grab our lemonades before taking long, refreshing sips. I watch Marcy surreptitiously, appreciating her lush figure and sassy attitude.
Fuck she’s hot, I think for the tenth time today.
After all, the woman is curvy in all the right places. Her tiny booty shorts ride up her ass every time she bends over to roll her ball down the lane. And her bra-like crop top leaves very little to the imagination. It’s clearly a size too small because those creamy swells are practically spilling out the top. But we’re on Sanctum premises, so it’s par for the course. The ladies here dress skank, and when I glance around, I see that some of the other women are wearing even less than Marcy. In fact, there’s one woman who’s just pulled off her bikini top, and she’s laughing as she rubs a bowling ball between her tits. What she’s going to do with it, I have no idea, but the man she’s with is certainly enjoying himself.
I’m not complaining either because Marcy is incredible, and the other night at my place was hot. We had mind-blowing sex right there on my living room couch before going up to the master suite and continuing the shenanigans. Goddamn, I’m good at fucking, but I’ve never been so alive as when I pound Marcy. Maybe it’s her eagerness to please, or maybe the sweet moans she lets out as I hit that spot deep inside. But I definitely think it’s because of how enthusiastic she is in everything she does.
“Hey, you’re up,” she giggles, pointing to my ball that has just popped out of the chute. “Unless you just want to quit now and let me win.” She blinks her lashes rapidly, shooting me a seductive smile.
“I’m no quitter,” I growl before picking up the ball and heading towards the lane. I can sense that Marcy is smiling at my back, and it’s a nice feeling. It feels great to be the center of this woman’s attention, even if I am technically paying for it. But that’s what Sanctum guys want, right? Hot sex with no strings. I shake my head, packing that away for later before tossing my ball down the lane. It hits the pins with a satisfying crack, and Marcy squeals behind me.