Page 24 of Depraved

“Those slinky little black stockings weren’t nearly as tight as these jeans…and I managed those just fine. The trick is to start at the ankle.”

His lips brush my neck, and a quiet mewl pulls from me.

Dante sits up quickly, grabbing my jeans around my ankles. A gasp escapes my mouth as he tugs hard on the jeans, pulling them down over my hips.

My head immediately shakes as I lift my bottom, trying to pull my skintight jeans back up as I realize what the hell I’m falling for.

“Hell no. Get your hands off me. No help required. I can take off my own damn pants,” I snap, pulling my ankle from his hand, but he grabs it again harder.

“So you agree. You should take them off.”

Fuck.

His hands travel quickly down my legs to my thighs, and with a swift pull, he jerks my body closer to him as I let out a surprised squeal. My ass is flush to his thighs, my ankles at his chest, and my eyes are set on his.

Dante parts my legs slowly, letting them fall to either side of him, and hovers over the top of me. His hands find a place on either side of my head, making the bed dip.

“Billy, I want to take them off.”

I hate how sexy his voice is, and I hate that my body is already begging. But I’m not giving in.

I press my heels into the mattress and lift my pelvis, so we’re pressed together. I can feel his length hardening against my throbbing clit and the roughness of his jeans hard against the top of my silk panties. Dante raises his brows as I begin to teasingly wiggle against his cock.

I bite my lip, feeling the stab of need that fills my core as I rub myself against him. A small moan vibrates up my throat, overtaken by the sensation.

His eyes close, a groan coming from him. “Fuck, Billy.”

My breath comes out in pants as I press against him harder, and he shoves a hand under my shoulder to grind against me harder.

“Hold on…I’m almost there,” I say in a raspy breath, and his eyes shoot open to watch me.

They’re filled with a primal intensity of want, need, and dominance. But mine are narrowed as a mischievous smile spreads over my face.

“All done.” I announce dropping my ass back to the bed, pulling the zipper up quickly and fastening the button.

Dante starts to laugh, shaking his head. “Sneaky. I should’ve known.” Walking his hands back as he rolls off me and sits up. “I can’t say I’ve ever gotten hard over someone puttingontheir pants before.”

Sitting up and scooting against the headboard, I shrug. “I told you I wasn’t here to play some concubine role. Keep your dick to yourself.”

I reach for my sweater, but Dante shakes his head.

“That’s gonna be too hot. Take this.”

He tosses the paper bag to me. It lands in my lap and brings with it the smell of blueberry muffin, which makes my stomach grumble.

Dante grips the back of his T-shirt over his shoulder and drags it over his head. “Here. Wear this.”

I nod my head, averting my eyes as I take it from his hand to slip over my head. Fuck he’s hot.

His smell clouds my senses. It’s the faintest scent of cigar mixed with soap.

Dante stands and retrieves the drinks, and I’m not sure I could cool down if I wanted to now. Between the grinding and his shirtless body, I may actually explode.

Especially when I sneak a glance at the way his jeans hang from his hips. That damn vee on his insanely sculpted abs point to everything I want and refuse to touch.

I realize I’m staring and look back to his face now adorned with his sexy grin. The one that announces his amusement over making me squirm. I smooth down the oversized shirt and roll my eyes, trying to dismiss him.

“Coffee?” he offers, holding out a to-go cup.