“I want to go upstairs,” she murmurs.
I’m sure it was something else, but what am I going to say?
No?
I can’t, not now, not for all the money in the world. Not even if it meant sacrificing the charity.
She has captured me completely, a net made of her warm body, her moaning breaths, and the pleasure trying to burst from every curvy inch of her.
“Come on, then.”
She squeals adorably when I shift position, moving her so I’m holding her in my arms, the way I will when I carry her over the threshold.
Her hands naturally wrap around my neck as she gazes up, her eyes wide with lust, her body as hot with it as mine.
Kicking the door open, I carry her up the staircase.
She clings tighter to me as I move sideways a little, making sure her feet or head doesn’t hit the wall.
“Is it hard?” she whispers.
“No, you’re not heavy.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re not,” I say firmly, giving her legs a squeeze, unable to stop myself. “You’re the perfect weight.”
“Not exactly supermodel material.”
I place her down at the top of the stairs, kissing her again as our passion takes us across the room.
We’re against the wall, her body trapped beneath mine. My cock is so hard it almost hurts, the tip bulging, leaking precome hotly, so it becomes sticky in my pants.
My balls are full, flooded.
My head pulses with the thought of seeing her body, her young fertile perfect body without any clothes on.
“I bet you’re soaked,” I snarl, breaking off the kiss as I trail a hand up her leg.
She looks around the room.
It’s small, with a window in the corner, the glass clouded. The lights are turned off, and the room is cool, giving it a private feel.
“Are you sure it’s safe here?” she murmurs.
“Nobody’s going to be here until this evening,” I tell her. “We’ve got all day if we want it.”
Your sassy sexiness is just for me. No other man gets to see you this way.
A smile touches her lips, that classic Lucy smile as if she’s deciding whether or not to jump.
Then she does.
She leans forward, kisses me again, and I let even more passion burn through me.
I’m sure I almost explode when I feel her bare thigh beneath my hand and move up slowly. She breaks the kiss off, her teeth clicking against mine as she moans in pleasure, anticipation.
I can sense her, every part of her.