Page 52 of The Dare

I rub her back, trying to find the right things to say when she says it all herself.

“I don’t blame her really,” she muses, finally kneading her hands into my chest like a cat before she nestles deeper into me.

“I’d be ruined if I had to watch you go off with somebody else too,” she adds, and I take in a sharp breath of air.

“No. Not gonna happen,” I growl out, shifting her a little so I can give her a cautionary look.

But Natasha only smiles and resumes her snuggling position, gradually moving inquiring fingers to open my laptop.

“Watch ya doin’?” she asks innocently, making me chuckle as I playfully slam the device shut.

I know that she knows I’m up to something.

It’s a good something though.

For all of us.

“Never you mind that,” I warn her again, having to kiss her before tickling her ribs and laughing myself.

Laughing and playing around to avoid hearing myself turn onto an old man permanently, frowning and warning her about this and that.

Crazy.

“Does she really hate me that much?” I ask once we simmer down. Secretly proud I’ve driven her friend nuts.

Serves her right for being such a little so and so.

“She’s jealous. She told me herself in a roundabout kinda way,” Natasha tells me, growing a little more serious.

“She thought an older guy like you would never go for a thicker, curvy younger girl like me…”

I growl at the words that come from her lips, gripping her ass and thighs tighter before letting my hand roam between her legs. Bunching the fabric of her long skirt and making her gasp.

“She… She…” Natasha tries to get out, but it’s useless.

In no time I’ve locked the suite door and resumedmyfavorite snuggling position, with her ankles over my shoulders. My face buried between those thick thighs that look and feel divine, belonging to a full-blown woman now.

The girl is long gone.

Is it an unfair advantage that I know now what it is that makes her so wet? And makes her come so quickly for me?

I don’t think so. And she doesn’t seem to mind, not one bit.

Seeing and feeling her coming so much in one day fills me with as much pleasure as I know she’s getting.

And there’s plenty more where that came from.

I can’t wait to get her into a place of our own…

The buzz of her climax soon makes her sleepy, and she shakes her head dreamily when I ask how much sleep she got last night.

I scoop her up, and lay her down on the seat opposite, covering her with a blanket as she fights off sleep for just a moment longer.

Long enough to mouth the words I echo back to her.

“I love you too, Natasha,” I say, pecking her forehead gently before settling myself back down opposite her.

Glancing up at her as she sleeps while I go over the images and floor plans of the top houses I’ve found online.