Page 43 of Mr. Red

“You got drunk.”

“I would’ve been fine.” I swish my hand. “Probably would’ve slept with the toilet or the girls would be over. Itwould’ve been okay.”

He grunts.

“Do you want to shower or go back to sleep?”

“Maybe in a bit.”

“Listen, sorry for the voicemail last night. But do you know what goes through a woman’s head when she has just slept with someone, and then he doesn’t reach out for days? Lots of crazy!”

He nods. “Being with one girl isn’t really my thing. It’s new Iwantto try it. I want to try it because of you.” He looks over to me.

“I thought you ghosted me, so I was sort of trying to meet someone last night,” I confess. “I was trying to get you out of my head, but it’s hard. To be fair, I didn’t know what was happening. And nothing happened with any guy.”

“Were you going to be naughty last night?” Matt’s face has changed from serious to playful. A wicked type of playful.

“I’m always naughty.” I challenge with a mischievous smirk.

“Miss Scarlett.” His voice is two levels lower.

I swallow a gulp, then dart away from him, but he’s fast. I make it to the little chair and then he grabs me. He pins my legs with his and pushes me over so I’m leaning over the side of the chair’s arm. Then he grabs my wrists, holding them behind my back.

“I can’t let you go. Now stay like that. I need to focus.” Matt sounds sinister in a sexy kind of way.

What does he mean by he can’t let me go? Physically or emotionally?

My heart pounds like it’s in my head. The material from his shirt tickles as he pulls it up so my ass is exposed. He caresses one ass cheek and then a moment later he slapsit.

“Ahhhhh, hey!” I look behind me.

Then he does the same thing to the other side. It’s not hard, just surprising, and a total turn-on. I love when he takes charge.

After a few more slaps, he puts his hand on the front of my leg. I look down at his sculpted forearm while his hand caresses the outside of my thigh. The kisses on my neck continue as he moves his hand to the inside of my thigh. He brushes over the V between my legs and does the same motions to my other leg.

The anticipation is killing me. I need his touch, and other parts of him, before I lose my mind.

“Matt, I need you,” I gasp.

“Begging already?” He slaps my ass again. “You think you’re ready for this cock?” He finally runs a finger down my slit and slides it into my entrance. “Oh yeah, you’re ready. You bad girl.”

I’ve been soaked since I woke up. How could my body not respond to him? He knows how to play it in all the right ways.

He removes his finger and releases my wrists. Then he tears open a condom with his teeth. “Don’t move or I’ll keep teasing you,” he demands.Move?Why would I move? I need him.

After he has the condom on, he grabs my wrists again and holds them with one hand behind my back. Then he lines his dick up to my entrance, rubbing up and down my slit, teasing some more.

Come on already!

Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more waiting, he thrusts inside of me.

“Yes!” I moan.

He stretches me as he starts thrusting, going deep. He pushes down my shoulders for leverage. The chair wobbles, making my stomach turn. I think we’re going to break this thing; he isn’t being gentle. My ass is up in the air, exposed. He slaps my ass again.

“Oh, I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans out.

He thrusts in and out. There’s a slight burn in the beginning, but having him fill me creates a connection I want. I want to help him forget the last couple of days and be with me right now. I can’t interrupt and move us to a more stable surface—that’ll ruin it.