Page 7 of Pregnant By the Playboy
Oh, hell.
“Tell me what your name is first,” I say.
“Marissa.”
“You make a habit of kissing men before telling them your name?”
She shakes her head and bites her lip. Just quickly—but it seems to be a nervous gesture. “I’ve never done this before.”
My eyes widen. “You sure acted like you’d done this before.”
“No, I just really want you.”
Slowly, I slide my finger in and out of her, and she seems utterly entranced.
Not gonna lie, it’s damn good for my ego when a woman responds to every little touch and wants me so badly.
That’s why I’m a cocky bastard.
“Vince...” she moans.
I pretend to be a little blasé, not wanting her to know quite how much she affects me.
I haven’t felt like this in a while.
“Tell me about yourself,” I say. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a mechanical engineer.”
Yeah, this isn’t the kind of person who usually shows up at Brian’s parties.
“What do you do in your free time?” My finger is still inside her, moisture dripping down my hand.
“Vince,” she growls.
It’s pretty sexy.
“Favorite movie?” I inquire. “Favorite color? Favorite song? What was the last TV show you binged?”
She gives me a look that says she’s totally unimpressed with me.
I laugh.
“Why does any of that matter?” she asks. “I can’t think straight enough to answer these goddamn questions when you’re touching me.”
“I just have a feeling you’re one of those people who’s really fun to annoy. Seems like I’m right.” I kiss her before she can respond, and then I drop to my knees.
Slowly, I slide her panties down her legs. They’re red and lacy.
I put them in my pocket.
Then I lift up her skirt, baring her to me—and the rest of the room. Her hair is dark and neatly trimmed. I slide my finger into her again and savor the sight. When I turn my gaze up to her face, she’s looking at me with a glazed expression.
“You good?” I say quietly.
“Yeah.”
I glance behind me. Alexis has returned, and she’s now kissing Carrie Lo on the couch. Brian is standing at the doorway, staring at me and Marissa. He likes to watch, and he’s watched me with many women before.
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