his hard one. Closing her
eyes and allowing herself to enjoy the moment, she asked skeptically,
“And you expect me to believe that for the past two years no woman—
not a single long-legged, busty blonde, brunette, or redhead—charmed
her way into garnering your attentions?”
He chuckled. “Two years. Two long years with nothing but
dreams and visions of you. You aren’t the only one who has explicit
sexual dreams.” His tongue swiped along the back of her ear. “If you
tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” he offered in a voice that would make
the devil give up his kingdom.
“I…I…I don’t know what you are talking about,” she stuttered.
“You weren’t having a dream when you so delightfully told me
all about your dreams. At least I am the man you are dreaming about!”
He sucked on the sensitive spot behind her ear. “All you have to do is
say the word and we both can turn our dreams into reality. Just say my
name,” he coaxed.
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Alexis swallowed, her knees shaking so badly that she was sur-
prised her butt wasn’t on the floor. Her mouth was dry from images of
her being able to act out her fantasies with the man behind her, who
was nibbling on her neck as if it were a sumptuous pastry. “I…I have to
get to the store.”
One of his hands splayed across her flat abdomen while his oth-
er moved to her mouth. His thick index finger slid over the velvet feel
of her lips before he separated those lips to slip his digit into her warm,
wet mouth.
Instinctively, Alexis drew it in farther, her tongue moving along
it as she sucked on it harder. She could feel his erection twitching
against her back, telling her insistently what he wanted.
He moaned softly into her ear as another finger slipped into her
mouth. The hand across her belly moved down to cup her between the
legs. He stimulated her nether region with his constant rubbing motion.
“God, I want you, Alexis,” he panted into her ear as his own hips flexed
against hers.
She didn’t respond. Her tongue slid between the two fingers in
her mouth before running around the both of them. Lick, suck, lick,
suck. Over and over she worked his fingers like they were something
much bigger, much firmer in her mouth. Something she wanted to taste
so badly.
His hand moved faster between her legs and her hips began to
buck, her legs tightening around his wrist, allowing her to ride him
firmly. Her tiny moans became audible as she sucked on his fingers
harder. Her strong fingers dug into his thighs as she tried not to crum-
ble to the floor.
“Alexis,” he groaned. Her body moved faster, telling him she
didn’t want to stop. He nipped her quickly on the neck before trying
again. “Alexis, we have to stop. Someone is walking towards the door.”
He pulled his hand away from her legs and her mouth, twisting his
head to kiss her hard and fast on the lips before moving away from her
to sit on the couch.
Flushed, hot, and extremely aroused, Alexis fought for breath as
she saw another neighbor walk up to the door and begin to knock.
Swallowing hard and pulling on her shirt, she automatically patted her
hair into place and walked over to the door, swinging it open.
“Hey, Richie,” she said as she licked her lips. “What’s up?”
“Lex,” he returned. “Wanted to double-check with you about
tonight. Make sure Shirley wasn’t lying.”
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She grinned and waved in the handsome black man. “Come on
in. Want some tea or something?” Shirley was known to herald a party
when there hadn’t been one previously.
“Sure that would be—” His words died and she knew what he
had seen. Or rather whom.
“Oh, sorry, this is Scott Leighton. Scott, my friend, Richie
Grant.”
Six plus feet of mouthwatering masculine physique rose
smoothly and walked over to them. Scott stuck out his hand and shook
Richie’s when it was finally offered. “Nice to meet you.” His eyes