rolled onto his side again and put his left front and back paws on Chloe’s leg.
“Dude, really?” Justin said. “Scamming on my girl? That’s not cool.”
Chloe scratched Shadow’s belly. “Don’t pay him any mind, Shadow. He’s just jealous.”
They stayed with Shadow until well after the fireworks were over. When they returned to the truck, Chloe sat tucked beneath Justin’s arm.
As he drove away, Justin said, “Seems to me we’ve been here before, beautiful. You cuddled up to me, your hand on my thigh. I believe I ended up buried deep inside you on a back road with the truck still running.”
She lifted her face with a seductive glimmer in her eyes and slid her hand between his legs, stroking him through his jeans. A thrum of heat spread through his core, and a greedy sound rumbled up his chest.
“You’re playing with fire, baby.”
“That sounds promising,” she said coyly. “Do you have a desk in your office?”
Just the thought of bending her over the desk made his cock throb. “Fuck, Chloe, you know I do.”
“Since we missed the fireworks, I thought we could make our own.”
Best. Idea. Ever.
Ten minutes later they stumbled into his private office at Cape Stone in a tangle of greedy gropes and hungry kisses. Their shirts sailed through the air, and with a quick flick of his fingers, Chloe’s bra fell to the floor. Their kisses were messy and wild as he unzipped her shorts and pushed his hand between her legs, sinking his fingers into her tight heat. He was hard as stone, and she was wet and ready. She rode his hand, moaning into his mouth.
“Christ, baby,” he said between kisses. “I want to feast on you.”
She kicked off her sandals and wiggled out of her clothes as he swept everything off his desk with one hand, sending papers and pens flying across the room. Chloe laughed as he lifted her onto the desk and spread her legs. He dropped to his knees and lowered his mouth to her sweet center, turning her giggles to moans of pleasure. She threw her head back, locking her legs around his head, grinding against his mouth, making the most sinful noises he’d ever heard.
He guided her hand between her legs and said, “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself while I devour you.”
And devour he did, using teeth and tongue as she teased that sensitive bundle of nerves. She gasped and moaned, whimpered and begged. He licked over her fingers and she moved her hand away, giving him better access as he pushed two fingers into her slick heat.
“Yes,” she panted out. “Lick me while you do that.”
She’d gotten bolder lately, and he fucking loved it. He licked and devoured as she rode his fingers. When he reached up, groping her breast, and squeezed her nipple, she cried out, bucking and writhing against his mouth. He stayed with her until her climax engulfed her. As she came down from the peak, he pulled her up to a sitting position, his fingers still buried deep, and crushed his mouth to hers. She didn’t pull away from the taste of her arousal on his tongue, and that intensified his pleasure as he sent her soaring again. He swallowed her sounds of ecstasy, and when she collapsed against him, he brought her mouth back to his, kissing her lighter, more tenderly.
He guided her hand back to her center and said, “Keep touching yourself.” Holding her gaze, he stripped bare. Her eyes dropped to his cock, and she licked her lips. He put his hand to her mouth and said, “Lick this, baby. Get my hand nice and wet.”
She licked up and down his palm, and he fisted his cock, giving it a few slow strokes. Her eyes were riveted to his actions.
“You like that, dirty girl?”
“I love watching you do that,” she said breathlessly.
“How about this?” He took her fingers from between her legs and licked up one side of them and down the other, then sucked them into his mouth and swirled his tongue over and between them.
She panted out, “Sooo hot.”
He guided her hand to his balls and said, “Touch me.”
She touched and teased as he took her in a fierce and possessive kiss. He pushed his fingers into her tight heat again. He was lost in her touch, in the taste of her mouth, and in the desire raging between them.
“That’s it, baby,” he ground out, focusing on that magical spot that made her breathing hitch. She made high-pitched, needy