Arresting Holli by Lissa Matthews

herself slowly, to the floor beside him. Her nipples were hard peaks, and he was unable to resist leaning down for a quick lick of one. “Let your legs fall open for me,” he whispered against the underside of the breast closest to him. Lifting his head and looking between her legs, he could see she was still wet from earlier. Or was she wet anew from this current state of play?
    The skewers had a smooth and slender, twisted wooden handle. There were no rough or sharp edges, so when he trailed it down her belly and lightly teased her clit with it, she barely made a sound beyond a whimper. He lowered his head to the nearest breast again and sucked the erect tip between his lips, then tugged with his teeth.
    Her back arched off the floor, making it the perfect moment for him to slide the handle from her clit to her opening and inside her.
    “Michael!”
    He raised his head and moved to kiss her lips lightly. “Now put your hand where mine is… Yes, that’s good.” He slid his hand from under hers until only she was holding the marshmallow-topped stick. “I want you to gently, slowly move it in and out…” Jesus. “Yes, Holli , that’s very good.”
    Michael reached for the cup and the dice. “I’m going to take my turn while you make sure to keep the marshmallows from touching the floor and getting any dust or fuzz from the rug on them.”
    “I’ve never… God, Michael…”
    Her voice shook with her arousal, and his cock ached from not being what was inside her, sliding through her wet heat. “I know. I told you I was dirty.”
    “Y-you weren’t joking.”
    “No, baby, I don’t joke when it comes to this.” He shook the dice in the cup. “Hold still, except for the stick. Keep doing what you’re doing with it.” He rolled the dice from the cup onto her belly, and she sucked in a breath. “Okay, let’s see… I think I’ve got… Oh look, that’s a full house. Excellent.”
    He made like he was very serious and intent on writing his score down when he couldn’t really care less about it. All he cared about was her, getting inside her, fucking her until they both passed out.
    Scooping the dice from her body, he laid them back on the pillow they’d been using as a table. “Still want your marshmallow?”
    “Yeah.”
    She was breathless, and her hips had begun moving in an upward motion. She really was enjoying being dirty, once more confirming for him that he’d met his match.
    Taking the skewer from her, he licked her juices from the wooden hold and pulled the marshmallows off the pointed metal end. One he deposited in his own mouth; the other he dragged through her soaking wet pussy before offering it up to her.
    “Open,” he whispered.
    She did so, eagerly. He painted her lips with her own wetness before pushing the melty confection between her teeth. She chewed, licked her lips, and still had her legs spread, though they were restless.
    Michael dug in his pocket for the condom and tore open the little envelope. She watched him with hooded eyes as he unzipped his jeans and lowered them enough to let his cock out.
    He put the rubber on and crawled between her thighs. “Let’s see if we can’t get you a full house now.”
    She giggled beneath him. “Wouldn’t that be a full box?”
    Popping his hips forward until he sank deep into her, he groaned out a laugh. “Indeed it would, dirty girl.”

Chapter Ten

    The phone was ringing. Michael looked at the clock. Six thirty in the morning. Why the hell was the phone ringing at six thirty in the morning? “Yeah,” he said by way of answering.
    “It’s Derek.”
    Michael was instantly awake. “Hey. What’s going on?”
    “Sorry to call so early, but thought you’d want to know as soon as possible. Your girl can go. Everything checks out. It was exactly as it appeared and as we suspected: a clerical error, a transposed social or a fake one that sent up the flag when you ran the plate and the license. It’s still being looked into, but