*~*Bait by M. Mabie EXCLUSIVE Excerpt & Giveaway!*~*

I dragged my nose up her neck, but our mouths still hadn’t touched. She was intoxicating. “I know. We’re friends.”

“We’re friends.”

It had been too damn long since I’d seen her. I’d made too many deals with the Devil for this exact moment to pretend it didn’t mean everything that it did to me. “You know what?” I asked daringly. “Honestly, I don’t really care what you call it. I want you. Text. Call. In the flesh. I can’t tell you what youthink you want to hear. So I won’t, but I’ll tell you everything else. Everything I know you want to hear. How badly I want you. Now. Up against this wall,” my hips flexed into hers, “and we’ll sort our friendship out in the bathroom in twenty minutes. Because right now, I want inside of you. It’s been a long day.”

I didn’t need her to tell me she wanted it, too. It was written in pink on here nose.

“Put me down,” she panted. I let her slide down the wall, but I held her tight around the hips. “Now take my clothes off,” she instructed.

“With pleasure.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled her shirt over her head and had her bra off in seconds. She lifted my shirt off while I undid her button fly. I had to stop to wrestle my arms through my shirt as she pulled it away from me.

We were hands and legs and arms and stomachs and knees, and all of them were frantically knocking into each other.

When there were no more pants, no more shirts, and no more barriers between us she said, “Okay, now do whatever you want.”

That was a tall fucking order.

First, I really wanted to kiss her. I cupped her cheeks and brought our mouths together.

She tasted like toothpaste and Blake. Her tongue found mine, and a moan escaped from her mouth into me. “So help me, God, that sound drives me crazy,” I said with what little breath I had. Then she did it again and I smiled through our kiss.

I hoisted her up like we were before. I held her in my arms. Her legs circled my middle. I pushed her flat against the wall, with only my hands acting as a barrier to ensure the wall didn’t hurt her beautiful skin. Her hands touched me feverishly. They were in my hair and on my back. They roamed my chest and held my face as we reconnected.

When my hand found her already wet she moaned again and that was all she wrote.

I lifted her up a little higher, and then set her down on top of my greedy cock. I moved into her against the wall like I was trying to push us through it. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. Not this time. I couldn’t wait any longer to hear her say my name, to feel her tighten around me.

She moved with me and it only stood to encourage my pace. Every inhale and exhale matched time with my thrusts, until I felt her beginning to grind down harder on my upstrokes.

“Ahhh,” she panted into my neck. “Yes.”

“It feels good. Doesn’t it?” She didn’t have to answer by saying anything, her body agreed for her. Her hold on me tightened and she arched her back. Her pretty brown hair fell off her shoulders as she let her pleasure overcome her.

She shouted, “Casey. Oh. Casey.”

As soon as I felt her milking me for every drop I had, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Simply said, there wasn’t anything in the world that felt like Blake coming on my dick. It’s the type of feeling that men start wars and write songs about.

“Blake, fuck. Fuck!” I moaned and my climax shot through me in powerful hot bursts.

She kissed my neck as I stood there holding her for minutes, still buried as deep inside of her as I could possibly be.

She laughed. It was a most-satisfying sound.

“Shit.” I breathed, with my head resting on the wall to her side.

She giggled again. “I know.” Then she bit me.

I forgot that Betty was playful after sex.