Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

She leans into my touch. “I will send you home.”

“You won’t.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I need a reason to hold you?”

In the mirror, her eyes catch mine. “Okay. Stay there. One step back. Be good.”

I release her. Step backward. “Good?”

“No funny business.” She reaches for the hem of her tank top, bends her arms to pull it over her head.

“This is entrapment, baby.”

She shrugs is it? “I don’t want to startle you. But I’m about to put on something even sexier?”

“Than you topless?”

She folds her arms over her chest. Her expression gets shy.

It’s fucking adorable.

God, there’s something about seeing take no prisoners, I get off on showing off my tits Leighton shy.

It’s hot.

And sweet.

I’m not sure whether I want to fuck her or hold her.

Her ass brushes against my crotch as she bends at the waist.

That answers that question.

My fingers curl into her hips.

“After.” She swallows hard. Her breath gets erratic as she opens the cabinet, pulls a shoe box from it. She rolls from her hips to rise. Sets the box on the counter.

“You’d turn me down?”

She bites her lip. “I had this idea.”

“Yeah?”

She pulls the lid from the box, finds an old Inked Hearts t-shirt stained with half a dozen different colors, dons it. “I never got to give you that lap dance.”

My cock stirs.

“I thought we could do that after.”

Conscious thought flees my brain.

“If you’re into it.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not too trashy?”