me borrow control and I plan to make the most of it.
“I need to see for myself,” I growl against her ear.
She nods frantically as I drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy. I suck on her clit, still working her with the fingers of one hand. I use the other to hold her up so she can let go and just feel. Peony isn’t a screamer, but she whisper moans, little half-formed words falling from her mouth because, apparently, she can’t not give feedback. Yes...wow...do that again... you’re so—
I drink it up. She feels amazing and tastes even better. I love hearing how I make her feel.
Even when she comes, she’s quiet. She stiffens and then jerks a couple of times, her body bucking against my mouth, not sure if it wants to press closer or to get away. She can choose whatever makes her happiest. I kiss her down, pressing my tongue against her carefully, holding her close. I’ve got her. It’s safe to let go.
Even if I don’t want to let her go. I freeze. I’m so screwed. This is a sex party hookup. It’s not like we’re on a date.
Or a couple.
Or two people with a future longer than a handful of hours.
Unless...
CHAPTER FOUR
Peony
“WHAT DO I WANT?”
At least that’s what I think I say. It might come out more guh and whaIwan. My voice sounds dazed, probably because my new friend Jax has just made me come hard enough to see stars. The happy supernova exploding in my vagina is not helping my speaking abilities any.
Not only is the man supremely talented in the dirty role play and sexy orgasm-giving department, but he’s good at logistics, too. Somehow between when I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the amazing personal fireworks show, and now, he’s scooped me up and carried me over to one of the couches. I’m draped over the top of him and he’s staring up at me as if my answer is the most important thing in the world. His undivided attention is almost as sexy as his mouth.
“No judging.” He nods, holding up his pinky finger. As if it’s that simple—tell him who to be and he’ll do it. And maybe he would. Maybe I could ask my sexy good cop stranger for my strangest, most personal fantasies. The thing is, he’s already done my favorite: strangers in the night. When I tell him this, though, he gives me a slow, wicked smile.
“Did we pick each other up at the bar? Or did we hook up online?”
I make a face. “Don’t be predictable. Maybe it was on the beach, so I’ve already seen you mostly naked and wet. I know exactly what I’m getting. Maybe we’re in Thailand on this gorgeous stretch of beach and there are palm trees and water so clear we can see the fish.” I wave a hand, trying to paint the picture I see in my head for him. “We’re not there for a hookup but there’s sexual tension we both feel, we’re looking at each other, imagining things—”
He mock frowns. “You do a lot of thinking, Firefly.”
I grin at him and give a little wiggle. Geez. His dick is rock-hard beneath me. “It’s one of those skills required for gainful employment. Don’t tell me you’re actually a trust fund baby or a boy toy.”
He rests his arms on the edge of the couch. “Rich asshole isn’t one of your secret fantasies?”
“Not really, although I’m not averse to playing English duke.” I slide my hand down his chest, exploring his delicious muscles. Unfortunately, good cops leave their clothes on, so my mission of discovery isn’t as detailed as I would like. “And I’m quite sure I couldn’t afford to keep you.”
This earns me another half smile. “Do I look expensive?”
“It’s more I’m that broke,” I confide, tracing the upturned corner of his mouth with my finger. Ugh. Overshare. His fake frowny face draws into more genuine lines, so it’s time for a topic change. “But it’s still my turn to pick.”
“I’m happy to pick for you.” He’s teasing, but I think he’d be more than happy to revert to his caveman persona and make the choice for us. It would probably be a good one, too, but...
“Shh.” I tap my fingers against his beautiful mouth. “Don’t rush me. This is the golden ticket of sexual fantasies, so I need to ask for the best scene. I don’t want to rub the magic lamp and