Christian shifted and adjusted his raging erection, aching to remedy his longings. Giving him no reprieve, Taylor unhooked the button on her jeans, and slowly, seductively pulled them down her legs.
Sweet Mother of God!
Casually, like they undressed in front of each other every fucking day, she kicked her pants away and stood before him in nothing more than a sexy pair of white lace panties.
He almost sobbed.
“Now be honest, Christian. Do I have any grotesque flaws? Take your time looking. No hurry.” She slowly turned in a circle giving him a view from all angles. “I really want to know if there is something about me that men find unattractive.”
His mouth watered as he concentrated on his breathing. Heck, put a sexy, half-dressed woman in front of him and it reduced him to Pavlov’s dog. His cock began throbbing and pulsing. He clenched and unclenched his fingers as he admired her luscious body.
“Do you think my ass is perky enough? Here, touch it.” She shimmied closer, grabbed his hand, and put it on her hot little ass cheek. “Give it a squeeze and tell me what you think.” Christian nearly shot a load off right there on the spot as he palmed her lush backside.
Taylor turned her attention to her legs and arched a brow. “Do you think they’re long enough?” Before he had time to answer, she continued, “How about my hips?” She ran her hands over her voluptuous contours, coming perilously close to her pussy. A tremor moved through him as her slow seduction nearly shut down his brain. “Do you think they’re too curvy?”
Barely able to reply, he shook his head. “Perfect,” was all he managed to choke out.
Her brow crinkled and she arched her back, tipping her ass up in the air to check out it out in the TV screen. Undaunted, she pressed on, “Are you sure? You see, not only have men neglected to notice me lately, the ones I have gone out with haven’t bothered to call again. So I thought maybe I wasn’t that physically appealing.”
“Perfect,” he muttered again, noting how easily she’d reduced his vocabulary to one single word.
With that her eyes lit, and she leaned in to hug him. “Thanks. It’s so great to have an honest friend like you.”
Christian could no longer hear her speaking. Delirious with want, his entire focus was drawn to her breasts, noticing the way her hard nipples were hovering only inches from his mouth.
“Is that everything?” His voice was barely recognizable. Fuck, he needed to get her back into her clothes, and out of his apartment so he could abuse the hell out of his rock-hard cock.
“One more thing.” She crossed the room to grab her tote bag. She pulled out a magazine, flipped through the pages and handed it to him. “I’m looking for a man’s perspective on this. Which style do you find most appealing?”
As he glanced down at the article on how to style your pubic hair, Taylor went to work on removing her panties.
Ahhh, Jesus.
“You see, Christian. Tonight I plan on heading over to The Hose and turning heads once and for all.” She shot him a mischievous look. “There will be no more overlooking Taylor Dayton. And when I take a guy back to my place, I plan on looking and acting so hot and sexy, he’ll come begging me for more.”
Christian’s nostrils flared, his cock pulsed and thickened to the point of pain. His blood pressure soared. Knowing he was well past the point of vocalizing anything intelligent, he said, “It’s always good to have a plan.” His gaze shot back and forth between her sweet cunt and the sexy pictures in the article.
She tapped the page. “I was thinking about going with the landing strip.” Taylor widened her legs, her fingers tangling in her silky auburn hair. “What do you think?”
The magazine fell from his fingers. He jumped to his feet. The woman was a goddamn sadist and there was only so much sweet torture a man could take.
“Yeah, I…uh…think the landing strip would look good on you,” he muttered. He began to gather her clothes. Fuck, he needed to get her out of there before he tore off his pants, bent her over the sofa and sank his cock all the way up inside her. How was that for a real friend…
Eyes wide and innocent she said, “The only problem is, I’m out of shaving cream, and to be honest with you, I know I’d probably mess it up, or worse yet, cut myself.” She gave an edgy chuckle and stuck her calf out for his inspection. “You’ve seen the mess I’ve made of my legs in the past. So I was wondering…” The suggestive edge in her voice gained his attention.
Jesus H. Christ, was the little vixen toying with him? Seducing him?
With renewed interest, he pitched his voice low and met her gaze straight on. “Wondering what?”
“If you could shave me.”
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