PartyNaked (13 page)
Authors: Mari Carr
When they arrived at his house, she followed him in, neither
of them speaking or stopping as he led the way to his bedroom.
“In a hurry?” she teased.
“I’m about to explode. Take off those clothes. I’m in the
mood to do a little partying naked.”
They helped each other undress, their hands fumbling in
their haste. When they were completely naked, Jarod picked Stephanie up and
tossed her on the bed. She giggled as she bounced, the sound dying in her
throat when he grasped her wrists, quickly and effectively handcuffing her to
his headboard.
“What the hell?”
“Thought you might need a little help staying put.”
She fought against the restraints, trying to ignore the
arousal dampening her pussy. God, this was totally hot. “You’re cheating on the
test.”
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed, placing a soft kiss on her stomach.
“This is a false arrest.”
He ran his hands along her rib cage before taking a breast
in each hand. “You can report me to my captain in the morning. I’ll invite him
around for breakfast if you want.”
“Jarod.”
He paused, looking at her. “Do you really want me to set you
free?”
She shook her head, not needing a moment to think about it.
“Later. You can unlock the cuffs after you rock my world.”
He grinned. “That’s my girl.”
Jarod bent forward, taking her nipple into his mouth. She
groaned at the tight suction, the pleasurable pain sending sparks throughout
her body. She squirmed as Jarod licked, sucked and bit every inch of her
sensitive skin.
Swiping his tongue through the valley between breasts, he
straddled her stomach and she recalled the night he said he wanted to fuck her
there.
He glanced at her. She was his captive, his to control and
command. And yet…
“Do it.”
He grinned in the face of her permission and she winked at
him. She’d never be anyone’s toy.
Placing his cock in the valley, he gripped her breasts and
pushed them together. Rubbing them against his hard-on, he moved forward and
back, letting the friction of her body drive his arousal. This position gave
her the perfect view of his incredible body. She enjoyed the flush that covered
his cheeks, licking her lips as she imagined tasting the slight tang of the
sweat glistening on his chest. His breathing hitched and she knew he was close.
“Come on me.”
His unfocused gaze drifted to her face and he shook his
head. “No. Not tonight.” He released her breasts and she instantly felt the
loss of his body heat as he moved away. She pressed her legs together, amazed
to realize how aroused she was.
She heard the clinking of metal and glanced above her head
in time to see him remove the cuffs. While she’d loved his bondage—and couldn’t
wait to explore that concept with him more later—she was grateful for her
freedom.
She ran her fingers through his thick hair and stroked his
hard muscles. Jarod kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as
he placed his cock at the entrance to her body.
“I love being with you, Stephanie.”
She smiled and decided to hell with it when she felt the
first tear slide down her cheek.
Jarod captured her gaze and held it as he pushed inside. She
sighed with relief when he was buried to the hilt. She needed this. Needed him.
Resting on his elbows, Jarod held her face in his hands as
he kissed her, his cock rocking in and out, the slow and steady pace more
erotic than the hard thrusts she’d come to love. He was surrounding her with
his body, his strength. Soon, she was trembling beneath him, her climax seeming
to last forever.
She heard Jarod’s relieved cries as he came, filling her
with his come, both of them clinging to each other as the sensual storm crashed
over them.
Jarod moved to the side, taking Stephanie with him, neither
of them ready to separate yet. They lay facing each other for several long
minutes, neither of them sleeping or speaking.
Finally, Stephanie broke the silence. “This is nice.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Nice?”
She nodded, kissing him lightly. “Yep, it’s very nice.”
Giggling, she closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her. She
was comfortable and warm in Jarod’s embrace and, for the first time ever, she
was looking forward to the morning.
* * * * *
Jarod rolled over, the sun burning through his eyelids.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his eyes.
Stephanie lay beside him, watching.
“Surprise,” she whispered.
He grinned, pulling her close. “Morning. Good thing you
stayed. I have a big breakfast planned.”
“Oh yeah? Can I make a small request?”
He placed a quick kiss on the end of her nose. “Anything.”
“Can this be a clothing-optional breakfast?”
“Is there any other kind?”
The End
About the Author
Some people fall apart on their 30th birthday, others on
their 40th. For Mari Carr, 34 was the year that took her down. After she spent
the day crying and saying, “I haven’t done anything I thought I would,” her
husband finally asked what was left undone. Her answer was simple—she hadn’t
written a book or decorated her house. “So do it,” he said.
Five years later, the house is sparkling with fresh paint
and new furniture and her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas,
short stories and dead-ends. The lesson: It’s never too late to achieve a goal
or two!
High school librarian and English teacher by day and mother
of two busy teenagers, Mari Carr finds time for writing by squeezing it into
the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house
is quiet.
With the publication of her first book, her latest
goal—publishing before 40—has been achieved with a couple of years to spare.
Phew!
Mari welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her
author bio page
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