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As opposed to cooked marble, obviously.

I swallow hard, resist the urge to lick my lips, and force my hands to re-button his shirt correctly. It's a tragedy, covering up the artwork that is his body, but a necessary one, since we can't very well flee for our lives if I’m busy licking his muscles like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar.

"Your question?" he prompts, amusement coloring his voice.

"Oh, um." I lift up on my toes, snag his hair and pull him down so I can murmur in his ear. "Where are my panties?"

Penthouse Party

Saxon

The fuck is it about this chick that affects me on a fucking visceral level? She didn't do shit—re-buttoned my damn shirt and whispered a stupid fuckin' question, yet I’m hard as a goddamn telephone pole.

The way she looked at me, maybe? Like I'm the hottest shit she's ever seen? I Dunno. Can't be that—plenty of bitches look at me like that, because let's be honest, I didn't exactly fall out of the ugly tree.

I don't know. There's just something about her. Something intrinsically erotic, inherently arousing.

“Your panties?" I repeat, because for reasons I again cannot explain, my brain is momentarily misfiring.

"Yeah. My thong. You took it off me. Where is it?"

I think back…

"Fuck. I'm pretty sure it's on the ground back in the hallway."

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "Great, thanks. I hate going commando." She narrows her eyes at me. "You sure you didn’t grab it?"

I shrug. "Pretty sure. Feel free to check my pockets."

She takes me up on my offer, pulling spare mags, my cash, my pocketknife…

And something else.

"Ooooh," She purrs, cupping my rock-hard erection through the pocket. "What do we have here? I thought you carried your gun elsewhere."

"Much as I want your hand on my dick," I snarl through gritted teeth, "We don’t have time for that."

"What if I can promise to make it very, very fast?" She rubs me, her cupped hand slowly exploring my length, or as much of it as she can with her hand in my pants pocket.

I grab her wrist and pull her hand out of my pocket. "Terra, ain't a single thing about you and me gonna be quick. If you're gonna give me a handy, you're gonna take your goddamn time. You're gonna edge me till I'm fuckin' crazy. If you wanna blow me, it's gonna be all mouth and no hands, and you're gonna suck every last drop of cum outta me and you're gonna keep on sucking. And darlin'? When we fuck, I’m gonna pound that sweet, wet, tight, hot little pussy so hard and for so long you won't walk for a week. What it won’t be is quick. I don't do quick."

Her mouth falls open as I speak, and by the time I’m done, she's trembling. "You’re a mean fuckin' tease, Saxon Cabot."

"It ain't a tease, darlin', it’s a goddamn promise."

Absurdly, she extends her pinky up to me. "Pinky swear?"