Page 72 of Wicked Takeover
“Not what?”
“That’s our entrée. I want an appetizer first.” She trotted to the chaise lounge.
Dante caught up and grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Getting one of the cushions to put on the patio so we can lie on it.” Lauren snuggled into him, her mouth on his throat. “We’re going to eat each other. You know, sixty-nine, double oral sex, going down on each other, doing the—”
“No need to draw me a picture. I’m on board.” He released her wrist. “But I’ll set it up.”
“It’ll go faster if I help.”
“Just give me a sec. Hold this.” He gave her the condom.
She tossed it over her shoulder.
Dante tapped his foot and breathed hard.
Lauren licked his left nipple, then sucked the tat on his side.
He laughed and squirmed away. “Shit, that tickles. Don’t fucking move.”
“Ever?”
“Only until the boat passes.”
Her heart stalled. She held one arm over her breasts, covered her curls with her free hand, and looked over. The waterway was still empty.
She gave him a frown.
Dante shrugged. “You wouldn’t give me a sec.” He finished untying the cushion and tossed it. The thing landed near her feet. He undid a second one and dropped it next to the first, making a reasonable bed for them.
“Go on.” She pointed. “Lie down.”
“Who’s the boss here?” He advanced.
She didn’t budge. “Me. If you don’t do as I say, you won’t get my mouth on this.” She played with his equipment, stroking his cock, caressing his balls. “Sure you want that?”
Like a good boy and a sex-starved man, Dante sank to the cushions but tied the corners together first to make certain they wouldn’t pull away from each other once the action started. Done, he plopped on his back, spread his legs, and shamelessly flaunted his stuff. “Don’t make me wait.”
Lauren held her hands behind herself and strutted around the cushions, taking him in as he’d done with her their first night in his workstation.
Dante twisted to follow her. His cock grew harder by the second. That baby was so erect, it lay on his belly, the crown pointing at his other head.
He punched his fist against the cushion. “You’re so going to pay for this.”
“Promises, promises.”
He reached for her.
She danced away.
“Fine. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.” He grabbed his rod and stroked fast and hard.
Lauren fell to her knees and slapped his hand away. “That’s my job.”
“Then do it.”
Smiling, she turned to his feet, straddled him, and positioned herself until her folds were above his mouth and her lips were a breath away from his balls and cock.
