Any Way You Want Me - By Jamie Sobrato Page 0,50

on him. “What sort of services would you like?”

This was so much hotter than his fantasy, so much better than what he could have imagined, he couldn’t think of anything but burying himself inside her at that moment.

“I want to be inside you.”

She mounted his cock. Since she was already wet from her own orgasm, he slid inside her with no resistance, and he expelled a pent-up sigh. Silently she began riding him, her movements slow and deliberate, her gaze locked on him.

With her breasts so close to his mouth, he couldn’t resist tasting them, couldn’t resist squeezing them together and relishing their soft fullness against his hands, against his tongue. “Is that allowed?” he asked belatedly, enjoying their game more than he ever would have suspected.

“There will be an extra charge,” she said. “You kiss, you pay.”

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” she said, and he slid his hands over her torso, around her hips, to her ass.

He pressed her harder against him, coaxed her into a faster pace as the sweet tension mounted inside him. A few more strokes was all it would take, but he wanted her there with him, wanted to give her a little bonus for the hottest sex show he’d ever seen.

Slipping his fingers down, he caressed the cleft of her ass, dipped his fingers in, found her most sensitive spot and massaged her there. She gasped and ground against him, contracted around his cock, almost with him…A little more, and she’d be there…He pushed farther, flexed inside her, tried hard to hold himself back until just the right moment….

She came hard, bucked against him, cried out, and he let himself go, too. Just the way he’d wanted it. He spilled himself, felt the pure, white-hot release shooting out of him again and again, his cries mingling with hers until she collapsed against him.

He could feel her heartbeat, listened to their breathing, which slowed to normal again as minutes passed, and finally she stirred. She sat up and looked at him curiously.

“Merry Christmas,” she said. “It’s a little late, but I hope you liked it.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, unable to summon the energy for full-on speech. “That’s the sexiest present I’ve ever had.”

The sexiest, the hottest, the most addictive. How he would ever convince himself to stop wanting Yasmine, he didn’t have a clue.

CASS HAD NEVER DONE IT with a nerd. And now, on her way home from a perfectly wonderful dinner with Drew, she was torn between her physical desires and her more practical ones.

Decked out in her new baby-blue Christmas sweater, black leather skirt and matching knee-high boots, she’d dressed to get laid tonight, and, judging by the way Drew had stared at her throughout dinner, she was well on her way to achieving her goal.

But…

But what? She’d be a fool to let her unexpected fascination with Drew spoil her otherwise happy life. She’d finally figured out that she didn’t really want or need a man in her life, hadn’t she? She’d come to terms with her own unconventional desires, and now this? It was stupid. If she was as smart as she claimed to be, she’d take care of her physical urges and send Drew on his way before he caused any disruptions—before the inevitable crappiness that went along with every romantic relationship worked its way back into her life.

When Drew’s car stopped in front of her apartment, she knew without a doubt she wanted to invite him up and find out what nerd sex was all about. All night long, she’d been surprised by the way her expectations of him and reality failed to match up. She’d found him endearingly sweet and genuine and interesting to talk to—none of which helped with her plan to remain single and happy.

Here she was bucking the normal female response again. Wasn’t she supposed to be thrilled when she found a guy she really enjoyed being around? Wasn’t this cause for celebration rather than angst?

She’d been with all sorts of men, but different as they’d been—some lone wolfs, some party guys, some charismatic leaders—they had all shared the one indefinable quality that equaled coolness. Drew, cute and nice as he was, did not possess that quality.

And something about his unapologetic geekiness fascinated her in a way she never could have anticipated.

She’d lost her mind.

Drew cleared his throat and turned to her. “So…”

“So,” she repeated, gazing across the darkened car at him.

“I had a really great time tonight.”

“Me, too.”

“I’d like to see you again,” he said, and