Page 12 of Sinful Negotiations
Tessa gulped hard when he slid a hand under her bottom and squeezed. “I must say you’re handling this better than I thought.”
She swigged another large drink, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and tilted the bottle. “It’s the wine.”
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Aidan scooped her off the sofa and positioned her on his lap in a smooth movement. “Better?”
“I’m buzzed and dizzy now.”
“That’s what happens when you chug almost an entire bottle in six swallows.”
Tessa leaned back and set the bottle on the coffee table. “You’re right. I think I need punished for bad behavior.”
He grinned at her flushed, beautiful face. “Fuck me, Tessa.”
“No.”
“Why not?” Aidan kneaded her ass and grinned at the buzzed hottie on his lap.
“Stop that. It makes me horny, especially with the wine.”
“Nice tidbit to file away.” When she licked her lips, he squeezed her ass again. “I think we should burn off the alcohol.”
“You think?”
“I love these linen pants, but they need to go. Are you wearing panties?”
Her lazy smile sent blood pooling to his cock. “Thong.”
He slid his fingers into the waistband. “I do love your thongs. What color?”
“Blue to match my pants.”
Aidan growled and leaned forward so he could lick her neck. “Are you wearing a bra?”
“Of course. What kind of woman do you think I am?”
He nuzzled the buttons on her white blouse against the inside of her breast, flicking his tongue against her skin. “The hot kind.”
“It is hot in here,” Tessa whispered, unbuttoning her blouse. “My cheeks and ears are on fire.”
When she ripped it off and tossed it across the room, he groaned and slid his tongue across the top of one breast. “I love this lacy bra, but I can’t suck those rosy nipples with it on.”
“So demanding, Mr. Cross.”
When she pulled the bra cups down without removing the bra, her breasts spilled over the top. He immediately sucked one into his mouth.
Tessa pulled the scrunchie securing her hair, allowing it to trail down her back, and slid her hands over his shoulders to his neck. “Suck harder.”
He moaned when she rotated her hips over his pelvis, creating friction against his dick. Both hands gripped her ass, and he pulled the globes apart while she dry-humped him. He released her nipple with an audible pop and reclined against the sofa to watch her. “Sexy. Take your pants off but leave the thong on.”
“You have a fetish for thongs.”
“You bet I do.”
With his assistance, she climbed off his lap, turned around, and removed her pants. Her palms pressed against the coffee table with her legs spread wide.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore and his dick throbbed, he slid his pants over his hips, put a condom on, pulled her backward, and penetrated with one thrust. Tessa squirmed against him, grinding her sex into his balls.