Page 49 of Nightmare’s Playground

“Hmm,” I rumbled against her neck, before pulling the flesh into my mouth and sucking hard.

Before the night was through, I’d mark every inch of her body. You could bet on that.

Joy gasped as the keys rattled.

“Hurry, baby.”

“I’m trying.” The key scraped around the lock and missed. “You’re distracting me.”

My dick was hard enough to pound nails. If she didn’t get the fucking door open soon, I was going to kick it in.

Then, as if reading my mind, the lock clicked and she shoved the door open.

“Finally.” I growled, turning Joy in my arms. Her hair was wild and sexy, but it was her eyes that did me in. They were dark and hooded with need.

Fuck yes.

“Well?” she sassed. “Are you coming in or what?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Yanking her against my chest, I took us inside and kicked the door shut behind us.

Before she could even blink, I had her backed up against the door and my hand halfway up her skirt when a hundred and ninety pounds drooling dog shoved his enormous head between us.

“What the fuck?”

I looked down.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He missed me,” Joy said, scratching the dog’s ears like this was a perfectly normal thing to be happening right now.

“Your dog,” I informed her, “is a cockblocker.”

Her eyes dropped to the front of my jeans, and she bit her lip.

“Go lay down, Murph.”

With a groan, the dog did as his mistress said and disappeared somewhere in the apartment.

Fuck.

With her eyes on me, I let myself look at her.

She was a bit of a mess, but she’d never looked sexier. Those gorgeous tits were pushed up spectacularly by the black leather bustier. My God, they were damn near spilling over the top. The miniskirt that’d been driving me wild? That fucker was bunched up on her thighs, making my hands itch to touch her.

And that red fucking lipstick on her pouty lips. I wasn’t sure what brand it was, but it hadn’t budged an inch with my mouth on hers.

Her heavy-lidded eyes, dark and sexy under all that smoky shadow were watching me watch her.

“You’re perfect.”

It was true. Everything about her fit me. From her sweet demeanor to the sass she spewed when she was pissed.

I wanted it all.

Her chest heaved, drawing my attention back to her nipples that were standing hard against the fabric of her top.