Page 77 of Freaks Of Nature

I finish my food. Emily sets the bill in its faux leather holder upright on the table and lingers.

“Can I interest you in dessert? It’ll be on me,” she tacks on in a teasing lilt.

Oh this woman…

I count out the cash—plus tip—and put it in the holder before handing it back, but I can’t keep a straight face as I slip out of the booth. “Raincheck.”

Rising to full height in front of her, I tilt her chin up. “But I’ll be cashing that in later tonight… and you’ll be on the menu,” I stress, my thumb caressing her as I add, “with a whipped cream topping.”

At the edge of my view, her chest rises as she draws an excited breath, but I don’t lower my eyes to her revealing cleavage from my vantage point. Biting my lip, I drop my gaze to her mouth for a second, letting her speculate whether I intend to kiss her.

“Text me when you leave here,” I say, then my hand falls as I turn away, leaving her hanging.

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Right after leaving the diner, I texted Emily to make sure she has the address. I’ve taken her to the house on my bike twice, but I don’t want her to get lost driving out here on her own.

Mason still isn’t back. I kept the door to my room open as I fell asleep on my bed. Instead of the sound of his bike, it’s her text saying she’s on her way that wakes me a little after 3 a.m.

I grab a bottle of water and the blue aerosol can from the fridge in the kitchen. Back in my room, I open my music app, then turn the volume up on the Bluetooth speaker next to my bed to prevent falling asleep again.

20 minutes later, I hear the key in the front door.

My lips curl.

I snap the first shot of her when I see her stepping into the hallway.

She catches the sound of the shutter. “What are you doing?” she asks, moving toward me, a timid grin twisting her mouth.

I’m only wearing a pair of boxers, and with my body facing her as I stretch out on the bed, I’m sure she can tell how hard I already am.

“Taking pictures of you.” I hold the phone at a height where I can see both versions of her, the one on the screen and the one coming closer.

Fuck.My cock twitches in response, and she thrives on the attention. She even adds a little sway to her hips like she’s modeling on a catwalk. She’s so goddamn sexy.

“Make love to the camera, baby,” I tell her as her hands come up to her head.

She plays with her hair, fingers dancing around her sensual lips like it’s the most natural thing. Mouth slightly parted and eyes hooded, she’s a vision of pure lust and seduction.

My hips roll on reflex watching her. Turning sideways in the doorway, she arches her back against the frame, using it to accentuate her curves.

My hands turn sweaty as my skin heats. She’s still wearing the skin-tight black tank with her tits bubbling out on top, her jeans hugging every inch of her bottom half.

I want to see her body bend like that naked.

“Strip!” I cue. “Slowly.”

I snap more pictures as she moves to the music, teasing me with the gradual release of her zipper and the shimmying down of her jeans.

I love how much she’s enjoying this.

I toy with my tongue piercing behind my teeth and answer the urge to reach into my boxers to flick the barbell there.

Moaning, I arch off the bed.

Emily’s eyes never stray from me. She’s the epitome of confidence as she raises the tank top overhead, and her long black locks tumble down around her face.

I follow the path, mapping the full mounds of her breasts with the distinct hard tips and along her toned stomachdown to the gap between her thighs. I take it all in, the rigid length in my grasp stiffening further at the sight.