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“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He moved toward me, and I darted to the opposite side of the table. He lined up his shot and missed.

“You did that on purpose,” I said, arms still crossed.

“Your shot, doll. Here.” He handed me the stick, and I reached one hand out to take it, keeping the other in place. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to hold the cue like that, Faith.”

“Can’t you close your eyes?”

“Close my eyes? I’m pretty sure we’re way past that.”

“Come on.”

“After the way you came in my mouth today, sweetheart? Now you’re shy?”

I groaned and dropped my other hand. Although he was beyond aggravating, he was right. We really were past the formalities. I’d never felt so uninhibited and free with anyone before. He got me so worked up. And based on the way things were going, he’d be taking care of that desire in a matter of minutes.

This was so going in my book. Just looking at him standing up against the side of the pool table in nothing but his underwear, I wanted to run my hands down his chest, grab onto his perfectly sculpted ass, and drive him deep inside me. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

For my next shot, I’d have to stretch all the way across the table. I hiked one leg up and rested my knee and thigh on top of the table in an attempt to extend my reach.

“Think that’s going to help?” Dante asked.

“I’ll do anything for a couple of extra inches.” I winked at him and smiled.

He laughed.

As my breasts grazed the felt on the table, my nipples hardened. I drew the cue back to strike the ball as Dante came up behind me, pressing his erection into the dampness of my panties.

“Hey, that’s cheating.” The moment he connected, my hand slipped, causing my shot to go wide.

“Just helping you out with those last couple of inches.”

Neither one of us moved. The pressure on my backside held me firmly in place. The pressure, crap, the exquisite pressure. I pushed back against him, and he reached out, fondling my breast and sending a wave of pleasure crashing through my core.

“It’s your turn.”

He moved away, and I put my foot on the ground. I took a deep breath and turned around to face him. He took a step toward me, and I backed up, my butt hitting the edge of the table. My hair fell over my breasts, and he moved closer. As he pushed it back over my shoulders, his fingertips grazed my bare skin.

“No fair covering up.”

“It’s your turn. I got it all lined up for you. All you have to do is nudge it in.”

“Just nudge it, huh?” He pushed his crotch up against mine, making contact.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him. “Yeah, just a little nudge.”

“Like this?” He pushed harder, and the edge of the pool table pressed into my backside while his hard-on bumped into my front.

“Yeah, just like that.” I reached my hands behind me, taking some of the pressure off by raising myself up on the edge of the table, giving him easier access.

“What if I don’t want to nudge it?” He pushed harder against me. “What if I want to sink it all the way in?”

CHAPTER 41

Faith

The pressure,don’t let it stop. I was going to come, and he hadn’t even touched me skin-to-skin yet. I tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let up. He dropped his head, taking a nipple in his mouth, running his hands over my breasts, my stomach, and my back. I moaned and pressed into him. He lowered me so my back laid on the table, and I stretched out and drew my legs up. I heard the rip of the packet, and he was back, sliding a finger under the edge of my panties.

“You’re so wet for me, Faith. Are you always this wet?”