The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page B

and she forgot whatever it was she’d planned to say. His tongue caressed hers, and her knees felt as if they were suddenly made of Play-Doh. He growled as he pressed his palms against her ass and pulled her hard against his groin. “Wait?” he whispered. “For what? Don’t you want me, Jules? God, I want you. I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”
    Wait? When had she said wait? All she wanted to do was have him slam her up against the wall and start pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. “Make love to me, Craig.”
    He swept her into his arms and carried her through the condo to an enormous bedroom. So masculine and inviting and downright Craig. Dark cherry furniture was arranged around a large bay window. A flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall opposite the enormous bed. He let her slide down his body to set her back on her feet before he started unbuttoning her shirt. Juliana didn’t help much because she kept getting in his way as she tried to jerk his Henley over his head. If they weren’t skin to skin soon, she might lose her mind.
    “I wanna slow down, but…” His hands stroked her shoulders as he pushed her blouse aside. He kissed her long and hard as he popped the clasp on her lacey bra and tugged it off. Then he pulled out the scrunchie holding her ponytail. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, but his eyes were fixed on her breasts. “I knew it. I always knew you’d have the best tits.” Bending down, Craig drew a nipple into his mouth.
    Juliana felt the intimate kiss jolt to her womb like a bolt of lightning. She arched her back and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Best tits? Even after all those other actresses you—”
    He stopped her words by rising back to his full height and covering her mouth with his. After his tongue lazily explored, he finally ended the kiss to stare into her eyes. “Don’t believe all that stupid gossip, Jules. You could count on one hand the number of women I’ve been intimate with. After all, didn’t The Tattletale say you had relationships with—”
    She shut him up with a kiss of her own. “Point taken,” she replied when her lips left his. “I haven’t been with a guy for close to three years.” The confession forced her to look away. He probably thought she was a freak, that guys didn’t want her when the opposite was true. She’d had more offers than she could count and often looked like a cold-hearted bitch by turning them all down flat. But despite living in a world where people treated lovers like they were nothing more than disposable, she’d never felt the need to brush aside her middle-class Illinois roots. Of course, if anyone knew all about her unusual fantasies… Surely she wasn’t the only woman in the world who desired taking more than one man to her bed and sharing her life with more than one person.
    His smile melted her heart. “The last relationship I had was two years ago.”
    That came as a surprise. “Seriously?” she couldn’t help but ask. “But everyone says—”
    “C’mon, babe. You’re smarter than that. I don’t sleep around, and I know you don’t, either. That’s one of the things I find so damned sexy about you. And I find a lot of things about you sexy.” His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her skirt. “Your looks. That husky voice. The fact that you’re discriminating in your tastes.” He winked. “That’s why you’re with me, right?”
    She returned the favor, unbuckling his belt, whipping it free, and tossing it aside. “Of course.”
    Talking became too difficult once she tugged his pants and briefs over his hips and his cock sprang forward. Long. Thick. Perfect . Just like everything else about Craig. As he kicked the pants and underwear aside, Juliana wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him crown to root and back again, smearing the drop of pre-cum on the tip with her thumb. He hissed in air for the whole time she touched him and groaned in what she hoped was