Page 81 of Imperfect Arrangement

“Thank you,” I reply nevertheless. With every intention to bring the mood back to where it was, I kiss her hard. I lift her from the bed, and her legs wind around my hips. “Enough talking for the night, then.”

“Says the man who started—” Her words remain trapped in her throat as I take her lips in mine and pull her T-shirt over her head. My hands trail over her stomach, her rib cage, and the underswell of her tits before I graze the pads of my thumbs against her nipples.

“Hmm,” she moans as I cup her ass and untangle her legs from my waist.

Willow is all but writhing against me, searching for any kind of friction, but I keep my rock-hard cock away from her.

“Raymond,” she whines, which stops when my hand drifts lower, skimming her stomach, before dipping my fingers between the folds of her sex and giving it a tap.

“Figures, Miss Pershing. You’ve got to have the best pussy in the whole world.”

It’s as if changing positions has sent the vulnerable Willow packing. “Are you admitting that you’re a manwhore, Mr. Teager?” Her voice is hoarse as she grips my forearms.

“I’m confessing that for a few months now, I’ve only been a WW. A Willow-whore.”

Laughter breaks out of her.

I slap her bare ass. “It’s so fucking true. All I can think right now is how wet you are, how good you feel under my fingers.” For emphasis, I push two fingers inside her. “How good you would taste when I finally go down on you. How tight you would feel wrapped around my cock.”

Willow moans, rolling her hips against mine.

“Is that permission to eat you, Miss Pershing?” I growl into her neck before lifting her and placing her on the dresser and dropping to my knees before her.

The first time I put my mouth on Willow’s sex, it’s intoxicating. I plunge my tongue, penetrating her in one sudden movement. She cries out, grabbing my hair.

“Fuck my tongue, Firefly. Fuck it hard.”

Her hips rock and she moans out loud when my thumb lazily runs slow but firm circles on her clit. I squeeze her ass with my free hand, controlling how fast and hard I want her to go.

It’s not long before Willow clenches around my tongue, her thighs vibrating, her muscles shaking with a rippling orgasm.

“Ray. God. Fuck. Ray.”

“Yes, baby.” I nudge my finger into her wet, weeping sex. “I want you to sing my fucking name while I fuck you with my finger.”

“Ray, fuck. I already came! What the hell are you doing?”

“You complained about an orgasm drought. You think I’d let you off with just one? I’m so not done with you, Willow.”

True to my words, I make Willow sing my freaking name for the next hour. She sure won’t be complaining to her friends anytime soon.

* * *

“Ray, why didn’t you…?”Willow whispers, as I finally settle her on the bed after fixing her clothes.

“It wasn’t about me tonight.” My gaze lifts to hers, settling on her beautiful face, where there are a few sweat beads shining on her forehead and above her lips. “My orgasm drought hasn’t been going on as long as yours.”

I hope it’s clear to her that even though I’m not exactly flashing my lack of sex publicly, I’m also not hooking up with random women. Her eyes don’t leave me, as if waiting for me to say more, so I deflect.

“Is it okay if I take the cake with me tomorrow?” I ask, sitting on the edge of her bed. My voice comes out casual, but my fingers tap against my thigh like they didn’t get the memo.

“To work?” She raises a brow, her hair splayed against the pillow like a flame.

I shake my head, suddenly feeling an odd flutter of nerves around the woman who was under the mercy of my tongue minutes ago, who I just teased and touched like I’d known her body forever.

“No,” I say, pausing to find the right words. “Once a month, Alex and I visit the local boys’ home. We help the kids with sports, schoolwork—whatever they need. I figure they’ll be happy if I show up with cake.” I try to keep it light, but the words don’t land the way I intend.

Willow sits up and leans against the headboard, her expression somewhere between surprise and disbelief. “You and Alex help some random kids with sports and schoolwork?”