hand.
“I put Ben at the top of the bed. Ten minutes later, his head is at the bottom. The next hour he’s hanging off the edge.” MeShack pulled off his jade pajama pants, exposing chocolate briefs that wrapped around his muscular thighs like skin. “Plus, he pissed in the bed. He sleeps with you tomorrow night.”
“No way. You volunteered for this week.” I extinguished all but three of the candles and slapped his hands as he tried to take off his briefs. “And you’re not sleeping in the nude.”
“Prude.” He sucked his teeth.
“Sexual deviant.”
“Can you play with my hair until I fall asleep?” He poked his lips out and unraveled his braid. Kinky curls fell around his shoulder.
“What do I get out of it?”
“I’ll take two weeks of dishes.”
“Deal.” I buried my fingers in his curls. Silk surrounded my fingertips. He closed his eyes. Lilac filled the air. “Damn it, MeShack. You used my shampoo without asking?”
“You always steal the high-end stuff.” He scooted closer to me and turned around. “Not that I approve of your thievery.”
I stroked his scalp in a circular motion. A loud purring erupted from his throat. The bed vibrated. I giggled and slid my fingers to the area behind his ear.
“You really think Larry isn’t the killer?” I asked, trying to concentrate on something else besides the heat radiating from his skin. It was smoother than I remembered it. I squeezed my thighs together to calm myself down. Sex with MeShack would be too complicated.
Be careful, Lanore.
“I don’t want to talk about Larry right now.” He stirred as I massaged his neck and raked my fingers through his soft hair. Curls spilled over my hands and arms. I guided my fingers down to the curve of his neck. A low rumble came from his throat.
He quickly faced me. His eyes shifted to feline, glimmering within the candles’ light.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
Saying nothing, he gripped my waist. His eyelids hung lazily, half closed as if he was going to sleep.
“I’ll massage your back if you take my dishes for two more weeks.” Smiling, I glided my nails down his chest. He bit his lip and arched his back.
Okay, maybe I had gone too far. I moved my hands away from him. He growled.
“You’re lucky you have on my frat shirt or I would tear it off.” He rubbed his head against my breasts. His hand slid down from my waist, caressing my thigh and moving toward the middle of my legs. I gasped and scooted backward.
“I said a massage, not sex.”
“You’re single. I’m single.” MeShack stopped purring.
“I still have feelings for you.” I got under my blanket.
He dove under the covers, pressing his body against me before I could escape. My heartbeat increased. I focused on breathing. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt.
“If you don’t stop, then you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”
“Just one kiss.” His lips pressed against mine before I could say no. My mouth opened automatically, welcoming his tongue and tasting honey. Damn, I miss this. I dragged myself away from his soft lips.
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
He kissed my X brand and then the area around it. A trail of pleasure rippled down my body and ended at my toes. Maybe we can just make out for a little bit. I relaxed as he went to my ear, sucking on the tip, his tongue tracing it. I curled my toes.
“I’ll get you another one.” He clutched my shirt’s neckline and ripped it.
“Wait,” I gasped, heart pounding.
The shirt flapped open, exposing my breasts. His mouth traveled to my neck. I bit my lip, not wanting him to stop.
Fuck it.
I wanted him, right here and now. I would think about the consequences tomorrow.
He nipped at my chin and headed for my cleavage. Yes. Sparks flickered within my chest. I closed my eyes, relishing in the way his tongue flicked over my nipple and then encased it with his moist mouth, sucking and tugging until I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and moaned.
“I put Ben at the top of the bed. Ten minutes later, his head is at the bottom. The next hour he’s hanging off the edge.” MeShack pulled off his jade pajama pants, exposing chocolate briefs that wrapped around his muscular thighs like skin. “Plus, he pissed in the bed. He sleeps with you tomorrow night.”
“No way. You volunteered for this week.” I extinguished all but three of the candles and slapped his hands as he tried to take off his briefs. “And you’re not sleeping in the nude.”
“Prude.” He sucked his teeth.
“Sexual deviant.”
“Can you play with my hair until I fall asleep?” He poked his lips out and unraveled his braid. Kinky curls fell around his shoulder.
“What do I get out of it?”
“I’ll take two weeks of dishes.”
“Deal.” I buried my fingers in his curls. Silk surrounded my fingertips. He closed his eyes. Lilac filled the air. “Damn it, MeShack. You used my shampoo without asking?”
“You always steal the high-end stuff.” He scooted closer to me and turned around. “Not that I approve of your thievery.”
I stroked his scalp in a circular motion. A loud purring erupted from his throat. The bed vibrated. I giggled and slid my fingers to the area behind his ear.
“You really think Larry isn’t the killer?” I asked, trying to concentrate on something else besides the heat radiating from his skin. It was smoother than I remembered it. I squeezed my thighs together to calm myself down. Sex with MeShack would be too complicated.
Be careful, Lanore.
“I don’t want to talk about Larry right now.” He stirred as I massaged his neck and raked my fingers through his soft hair. Curls spilled over my hands and arms. I guided my fingers down to the curve of his neck. A low rumble came from his throat.
He quickly faced me. His eyes shifted to feline, glimmering within the candles’ light.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
Saying nothing, he gripped my waist. His eyelids hung lazily, half closed as if he was going to sleep.
“I’ll massage your back if you take my dishes for two more weeks.” Smiling, I glided my nails down his chest. He bit his lip and arched his back.
Okay, maybe I had gone too far. I moved my hands away from him. He growled.
“You’re lucky you have on my frat shirt or I would tear it off.” He rubbed his head against my breasts. His hand slid down from my waist, caressing my thigh and moving toward the middle of my legs. I gasped and scooted backward.
“I said a massage, not sex.”
“You’re single. I’m single.” MeShack stopped purring.
“I still have feelings for you.” I got under my blanket.
He dove under the covers, pressing his body against me before I could escape. My heartbeat increased. I focused on breathing. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt.
“If you don’t stop, then you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”
“Just one kiss.” His lips pressed against mine before I could say no. My mouth opened automatically, welcoming his tongue and tasting honey. Damn, I miss this. I dragged myself away from his soft lips.
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
He kissed my X brand and then the area around it. A trail of pleasure rippled down my body and ended at my toes. Maybe we can just make out for a little bit. I relaxed as he went to my ear, sucking on the tip, his tongue tracing it. I curled my toes.
“I’ll get you another one.” He clutched my shirt’s neckline and ripped it.
“Wait,” I gasped, heart pounding.
The shirt flapped open, exposing my breasts. His mouth traveled to my neck. I bit my lip, not wanting him to stop.
Fuck it.
I wanted him, right here and now. I would think about the consequences tomorrow.
He nipped at my chin and headed for my cleavage. Yes. Sparks flickered within my chest. I closed my eyes, relishing in the way his tongue flicked over my nipple and then encased it with his moist mouth, sucking and tugging until I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and moaned.
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