“What are you, then?” she teases me as she starts to work at my belt buckle.
“I’m the guy that fucks you when it suits me. Nothing more.”
She chuckles, because that’s not the first time she’s heard those words from my lips. But being the glutton for punishment that she is, she merely says, “My, my, my…you are in supreme asshole mood tonight. I don’t get why you have to be so mean.”
Stepping away from her grasp, I walk into the living room, grab a pillow off the couch and walk back into the kitchen. I resume my spot in front of her and drop the pillow at her knees.
“There,” I tell her, pointing down at the pillow with an evil smile. “So your knees don’t get sore. See…I can be a nice guy.”
And because Cassie expected no different of me, because this is actually a nice gesture on my part, she laughs in delight as she tugs open my fly and reaches her hand inside. With a few strokes, I’m ready for more and I push down on her head until she’s kneeling in front of me.
She looks up at me with smoky gray eyes that would really be quite beautiful if I didn’t know about all of the conniving she hides behind them.
“Let’s see if I can put a smile on your face,” she says and gives me a sexy purse of her lips.
I bring my hand up and skim my fingers tenderly across her cheek. I love the feel of a woman’s skin, no matter if poison runs in her veins. Sliding my fingers through the hair at her temple, I hold her gently as she leans forward and takes me in her mouth, content to let her do the work and for me to enjoy the ride.
Yeah…she’ll put a smile on my face. But that’s about the only thing she’ll give me that’s worth a damn.
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