“We met a few months back in Vegas at a race,” Malcolm said, pulling his eyes from mine. I looked down and tried to concentrate on where I was. Sophie’s birthday party. Or ball. Or the grownups ball. Whatever. There were children around and I was daydreaming of Malcolm in ways I shouldn’t be.
I wonder if Malcolm wears boxers or briefs? Or does he go commando?
Oh, for Christ’s sake Paislie. Get. It. Together.
Peeking back up at him, I looked at his handsome features. His strong jawline and soft plump lips that I wished like hell were exploring my body that very second.
Snapping my head away, I dragged in a deep breath as his grip on me tightened. His fingers dug into me and it felt like I was going to explode.
“Yes, Paislie is confident I’ll be back in a racecar soon.”
I flashed a grin to Jeremy and nodded my head. “Yep. Man . . . is it hot out here or what?”
Jeremy’s eyes looked between Malcolm and me as he took a step back. “I’m going to go see who else is here.” Turning to me, he reached his hand out for mine. When I lifted my hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back softly. It took everything I had not to pull it away before he touched me.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Paislie.”
My throat was dry as I fought like hell to form words. “Nice meeting you,” I choked out.
When he walked away, I melted into Malcolm’s side . . . which was not a good thing. The heat from his body was warming my already-overheated body.
Malcolm pulled me closer to him as he turned me. Our bodies were flush as I felt his dick twitch against my stomach.
A low moan escaped from my lips as I clutched onto his jacket.
God help me, for I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and it was taking everything in me not to drop to the floor and beg him.
PAISLIE’S EYES WERE PRACTICALLY BEGGING me to touch her. Her breathing had changed the moment I walked up and it was clear she was horny.
I pulled her closer to me, my cock pressed against her stomach. The silk dress felt amazing as it moved over her skin. I brought my lips to her ear again as she grasped onto my jacket.
“Are you wet?”
Her body felt like her knees were going weak. “Y- yes.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
Her head dropped against my chest as she whimpered. The fact that her body reacted to mine the way it had was the biggest fucking adrenaline rush I’d ever experienced. I wanted to see what else I could do to make her so turned on she would be begging me for relief.
“My lips want to taste you so badly, Paislie.”
“Oh God,” she whispered. “Malcolm. Please, I can’t do this. Not here.” She spoke into my chest as she continued to hold onto me for dear life.
“Do you have panties on?”
Her head jerked up. “Yes! Sophie was in the room with me when I got dressed. She was mesmerized by my garter belt and thong.”
Fuck. Me.
Now my knees went weak. At least the good one did; the other one was numb with pain.
I glanced down to her lips and imagined my cock moving in and out of her mouth.
“The way you’re looking at me, Malcolm.”
Her eyes commanded mine. “How am I looking at you, baby?”
She clamped down on her lip before saying, “Like you’re hungry for me.”