effort to draw him nearer. “I’m starting to feel like a Playboy model, the way you keep posing me.”
He allowed her to pull him closer. She had on a different pair of strappy heels. He briefly wondered how many pairs of sexy shoes he’d find in her closet. Then he pictured himself using the shoe straps to bind her spread-eagle to his bed. “What can I say? You’re inspiring all sorts of kinky thoughts in my head.”
“Like what?” Her question fell out on a breathless sigh.
“There are a million things I want to do with you. Tie you to my bed. Blindfold you. Gag you. Use dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps on you. I’ll take you from behind, upside down, sideways. I want to fuck you in a pool, a car, on a mountainside, at a football game.”
She laughed. “I hate football.”
“We wouldn’t be watching the game. So what do you think? Feel like spending a few weeks—or months—exploring your naughty side with me?”
“I think I lied. You might be out of my league. I’m afraid the kinkiest I’ve ever gotten is sex in the alley behind Books and Brew and a little bit of anal play. Not at the same time,” she quickly added.
Marc’s smile grew. She was too perfect—funny, honest, straightforward. “Take some time to think about it. You can give me what I want later.”
“Are you always so sure of yourself?”
Marc winked. “Let’s just say I’m very good at reading people.”
Her face betrayed exactly how much she wanted to knock him down a peg for being so cocky. He also knew she wouldn’t because despite her desire to one-up him for his arrogance, deep down inside, Sophie was dying to be a bad girl.
“This is one case you’re going to lose,” she said, her trembling voice in direct opposition to the strong words.
“We’ll see.” He knelt before her, loving the sound of her quick, excited intake of breath.
“Marc…” she started.
“Shh. I’m gathering evidence.”
She lifted one leg, her ankle coming around his shoulder, touching him in a way that let him know she was completely into this game. “What?”
“I’m looking for proof that everything I said turns you on so much, there’s no way you’ll say no to my offer of nonstop kinky sex.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but he quickly cut off any clever retort by running his finger along the thin—and soaking wet—string of her thong.
“Aha,” he said softly. He glanced up and captured her gaze. “You’re not as innocent as you claim.”
She closed her eyes when he moved the thin strip of material to one side, leaving her pussy open to his questing fingers. “Do you always talk this much?”
He chuckled. “Curse of a lawyer. Most of us are way too fond of the sound of our own voices.”
“Marc?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” She wrapped her other ankle around his shoulder and nudged him closer, telling him without words exactly what kind of lip action she was interested in.
“My pleasure,” he said—then pressed his lips to her pussy.
Sophie reacted like a sprinter to the starter pistol, her hips jerking when he opened his mouth and sucked deeply on her clit.
“Oh my God.” Sophie’s head flew back as he used his teeth, lips and tongue to drive her arousal higher. She obviously hadn’t been kidding about her dry spell. She was primed and ready to roll. He suspected it wouldn’t take much to drive her to climax. Ordinarily he liked to drag out the foreplay, build the anticipation, but their time was already running out. As it was, he was facing a long, painful afternoon, working with the mother of all erections.
Marc increased the suction on her clit and Sophie gasped.
“So freaking good.”
He added his fingers to the play, sliding one, then two inside her pussy. Sophie’s hips thrust forward, seeking more, silently prodding him to go deeper and faster.
He complied, placing his lips back on her clit and sucking hard.
Sophie fell apart, her body trembling as her orgasm took over. Her legs
He allowed her to pull him closer. She had on a different pair of strappy heels. He briefly wondered how many pairs of sexy shoes he’d find in her closet. Then he pictured himself using the shoe straps to bind her spread-eagle to his bed. “What can I say? You’re inspiring all sorts of kinky thoughts in my head.”
“Like what?” Her question fell out on a breathless sigh.
“There are a million things I want to do with you. Tie you to my bed. Blindfold you. Gag you. Use dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps on you. I’ll take you from behind, upside down, sideways. I want to fuck you in a pool, a car, on a mountainside, at a football game.”
She laughed. “I hate football.”
“We wouldn’t be watching the game. So what do you think? Feel like spending a few weeks—or months—exploring your naughty side with me?”
“I think I lied. You might be out of my league. I’m afraid the kinkiest I’ve ever gotten is sex in the alley behind Books and Brew and a little bit of anal play. Not at the same time,” she quickly added.
Marc’s smile grew. She was too perfect—funny, honest, straightforward. “Take some time to think about it. You can give me what I want later.”
“Are you always so sure of yourself?”
Marc winked. “Let’s just say I’m very good at reading people.”
Her face betrayed exactly how much she wanted to knock him down a peg for being so cocky. He also knew she wouldn’t because despite her desire to one-up him for his arrogance, deep down inside, Sophie was dying to be a bad girl.
“This is one case you’re going to lose,” she said, her trembling voice in direct opposition to the strong words.
“We’ll see.” He knelt before her, loving the sound of her quick, excited intake of breath.
“Marc…” she started.
“Shh. I’m gathering evidence.”
She lifted one leg, her ankle coming around his shoulder, touching him in a way that let him know she was completely into this game. “What?”
“I’m looking for proof that everything I said turns you on so much, there’s no way you’ll say no to my offer of nonstop kinky sex.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but he quickly cut off any clever retort by running his finger along the thin—and soaking wet—string of her thong.
“Aha,” he said softly. He glanced up and captured her gaze. “You’re not as innocent as you claim.”
She closed her eyes when he moved the thin strip of material to one side, leaving her pussy open to his questing fingers. “Do you always talk this much?”
He chuckled. “Curse of a lawyer. Most of us are way too fond of the sound of our own voices.”
“Marc?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” She wrapped her other ankle around his shoulder and nudged him closer, telling him without words exactly what kind of lip action she was interested in.
“My pleasure,” he said—then pressed his lips to her pussy.
Sophie reacted like a sprinter to the starter pistol, her hips jerking when he opened his mouth and sucked deeply on her clit.
“Oh my God.” Sophie’s head flew back as he used his teeth, lips and tongue to drive her arousal higher. She obviously hadn’t been kidding about her dry spell. She was primed and ready to roll. He suspected it wouldn’t take much to drive her to climax. Ordinarily he liked to drag out the foreplay, build the anticipation, but their time was already running out. As it was, he was facing a long, painful afternoon, working with the mother of all erections.
Marc increased the suction on her clit and Sophie gasped.
“So freaking good.”
He added his fingers to the play, sliding one, then two inside her pussy. Sophie’s hips thrust forward, seeking more, silently prodding him to go deeper and faster.
He complied, placing his lips back on her clit and sucking hard.
Sophie fell apart, her body trembling as her orgasm took over. Her legs
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