Page 61 of Payoff Pitch

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Page 61 of Payoff Pitch

She settles her feet back down and tastes her lips with her delicate pink tongue. “Hmm. Thatisthe good stuff.” Her eyes meet mine in a lustful look that fantasies are made of. “I think I’d like some more of that.”

The last of my restraint snaps as I turn us and use my body to cage her into the corner of the countertop with my face only inches from hers. “You have three seconds to stop me, sweet girl, because if you don’t, I won’t walk away this time.”

She smiles as she runs her hands up my chest. “I don’t want you to walk away this time. I didn’t want you to walk away last time.”

We stare at each other. She wants me every bit as much as I want her. Her cool demeanor of late was an act. I think we’re at the point where it’s unavoidable. The draw is too strong. And I’m done fighting it.

She grabs my tie and pulls me until our lips smash together. Her sweet taste is everything I remember it to be, but there’s nothing sweet about the way she’s kissing me back. Her tongue runs along my lower lip before sucking that lip into her mouth. This aggressive kiss is unexpected but more than welcome.

I give it right back as we deepen the kiss and our tongues explore each other’s mouths. The passion we’re sharing has my mind spinning. Perhaps it’s the months of longing. The buildup.

I squeeze her ass and pull her tight to my rock-solid erection. She moans into my mouth, causing my tip to leak like a damn teenager. I’m desperate to be inside her. There’s no stopping this now.

Grabbing the bottom of her tank top, I lift it up and off her body. Our lips break as her shirt passes through. I glance down and see her pink nipples just visible through her black lace bra. Her tits are round and perky. Slightly more than a handful. My mouth waters.

She looks up at me with all the confidence of the magnificent woman she is as she removes her shorts, leaving her in a matching lace thong. I run my eyes and fingers down her curves. The pads of my fingers brush against her soft flesh with a reverence I didn’t know I was capable of.

Perfect. That’s the only word to describe the woman in front of me.

I lift an eyebrow. “You just so happened to have on matching lace undergarments?”

She gives me a sexy smile and breathes, “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me.”

My brow furrows. She doesn’t understand. I cup her face with both of my hands. “Sweet girl, you’re all I see.”

She whimpers, “Tanner. I want you.”

She’s never called me Tanner. Is it wrong that I think I prefer Mr. Montgomery? There’s something dirtier and sexier about it.

I lift her so she’s seated in the corner of the countertop. She immediately spreads her legs in invitation.

Still standing tall, I take a deep inhale. “You’re wet for me. I can smell it.”

She nods as she squirms a bit. “Feel for yourself.”

I run my fingertips just under the waistband of her panties. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her skin is so warmand silky.

Tremors work their way through her body. Desire is written all over every inch of her.

I pull my fingers back out and move them down her panty-covered pussy before rubbing them over her covered center a few times. She’s soaked.

She wiggles. “Please touch me. I can’t wait any longer.”

Gently sliding her panties to the side, I slip a finger through and then into her heat. Her eyes flutter and she releases a nearly unrecognizable sound of pleasure. Her body constricts around my finger. She’s tight.Verytight.

After a few pumps, I pull my finger out and, without breaking eye contact, immediately suck it into my mouth. “Hmm. So damn sweet.”

BAILEY

I watch him lick my juices off his finger and nearly combust. I’ve never seen a man do that before. His eyes practically roll to the back of his head in ecstasy.

I’ve never wanted a man more than I want him right now. I pray he doesn’t stop this again. I don’t think I could handle it.

For the past several weeks, I’ve been playing it as cool as possible, per the advice of my sister. Acting unaffected by him. Acting disinterested when I’m anything but. I may have exaggerated evening plans a few times, making it seem as though I was going on dates. I also borrowed a few of Kam’s borderline erotic bikinis to wear in front of him.

Catching Tanner Montgomery staring at me has become my new favorite hobby. I’ve basked in his very apparent inner struggle. For some reason, tonight it snapped for him. At least I hope it has.

I can’t take the slow seduction anymore. I frantically move my hands to unbuckle his belt, but he grabs my wrists to stop me.




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