Page 77 of Stroked by (Stroked)
I squeeze her side. “Come on, don’t lie to me. We should always be honest with each other. How many times did you pleasure yourself to my picture?”
“None,” she states, offended.
“You mean twenty, right?”
“No, I mean none.” She laughs.
“And why not?”
A wicked grin spreads across her face. “Because, I was already worn out from touching myself while looking at pictures of Bodi Banks.”
Ouch.
Double fucking ouch.
Bodi Banks, my one and only rival in the poolandin the looks department.
“Damn.” I pull away, faking extreme and utter betrayal. “That hurts, Paisley. I think you should probably go back to your hotel room.”
“Okay.” She shrugs her shoulders, calling my bluff, and starts moving off the bed.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” I stop her and bring her back into my chest as she giggles. I press my lips to her ear and speak to her in a gruff tone. “Now tell me, Paisley, whose pictures were you looking at?”
“Bodi’s.” She laughs some more when I tickle her side.
“Whose?”
She’s out of breath as she answers. “Bodi. He’s so fine.”
“That’s fucking it.”
I roll on top of her and pin her hands over her head with one of mine. Her chest heaves. I lower my head to her nipple and bite down, just hard enough to get her attention.
“Whose picture were you looking at?”
Her hips rub against my erection but I pull away, making her pout. Normally, I don’t find a pouting woman attractive, especially Bellini but for some reason, Paisley’s pout makes me want to pull on her bottom lip with my teeth.
“Don’t get upset with me, you’re the one causing trouble.”
Lowering one of her arms, she rubs my jaw again in a smooth caress. I then rest my weight on her. I frame her face with my arms, setting up on my elbows.
“Do you want to know why I was stalking you?”
I think about it for a second and answer, “Because you like to stare at human perfection?”
She rolls her eyes, making me chuckle. “No, because I wanted to see what you looked like without your beard. I wanted to prepare myself.”
“Oh yeah? And what did you think?” I kiss her nose lightly.
Her eyes close from the affection and then open, sparkling at me. “I thought you looked hot. Makes me wonder what you would feel like between my legs.”
I can’t even try to hide my thrilled smile. “All right.” I nod. “So, I have to ask. Am I hotter with or without the beard?”
“What would you do if I said without?”
“Never grow it out again,” I answer honestly.
“Well, good thing I’m a rugged beard kind of girl.”
