Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Reese approached the chaise, his gait slow and confident. “Shall we discuss…payment options?”
“Payment?” Gaelyn snapped incredulously, sitting straight up. “I thought we agreed on—”
“For my room and board,” he cut in. “How shall I…compensate you for your generosity?”
Gaelyn melted back against the chaise. “Well, I don’t know,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Reese stopped at the edge of the settee, his faded blue jean clad shin brushing the velvet material. “I thought maybe we’d take it out in trade.”
She let out a snorty laugh. “What could you possibly have that I’d want?”
He dropped to one knee on the couch, right between her spread thighs. His other foot remained on the floor, balancing his weight. Before she registered his intent, he leaned forward, placing his hands on the divan, one on either side of her head, and successfully pinned her beneath his bulky frame.
“How about ten inches of solid cock?” The offer rolled off his tongue with a thrilling growl.
Unprepared for such a bold proposition, Gaelyn stammered in response. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more, his audacity at assuming she’d be so easy, or the fact that he was right.
Quickly regaining her wits, she opened her mouth to tell him off, but before she uttered a word, his lips covered hers with a searing kiss. A gust of warmth filled her throat and lungs as his unusually hot breath invaded her mouth. Fire coursed through her veins as desire heated her blood to full boil. Feeling as though he robbed her breath, she turned her head and gasped, breaking their kiss.
Sweet Jesus! The man knew how to use his mouth! She wondered at his other skills.
“What makes you think I want—”
“Come on, Gael, you’ve been starin’ at my groin since we left the bar. Don’t play coy, it doesn’t become you.”
Gaelyn glared daggers at him. Arrogant, conceited, self-absorbed…
There weren’t enough vile names for him. Never mind his accurate assessment of things, she did want him. Bad. So bad, in fact, she practically tasted it.
He owes me. For being so nice to him even after all the times he’s cheated me out of my booty.
Her channel spasmed in agreement.
“What are you afraid of?” he cajoled, running a fingertip along her jawline.
Gaelyn molded her hand against the hardened form at his crotch. “Nothin’,” she growled. “I’m not afraid of nothin’.”
His black eyes bore into hers as he licked his bottom lip once again. “Then we have an agreement?”
The feel of his shrouded cock in her hand and his finger against her flesh had all but obliterated her will to argue. Why deny herself simple pleasures? Especially when she had such a luscious specimen of maleness offering to fulfill her every need.
With a quick nod, she agreed to his terms—sex for a place to lay his head. Seemed a fair trade. However, at that moment, she wanted his head between her thighs.
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