Chapter 25

STRIKER

She was still staring at the ceiling, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned in and let her feel the lightest caress of my lips on her exposed flat tummy. Her muscles contracted against the touch.

“Really? None?”

She shook her head.

Okay. Challenge accepted.

I swept my tongue onto the belly button. Her body moved, her eyes squeezed shut, and her toes curled.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” I said as I teased the tip of my tongue on her belly button in a sensual dance that made her pussy wet, and I could see behind the black negligee that her nipples puckered and as hard as pebbles.

I moved up, hovering over her body, supporting my elbows, and made sure I wouldn’t crash her with my weight. “You’re unfair, Vanderford.” I planted a kiss on her chin.

“You were mean.”

“I was not.” I kissed her again. “Let me just make it up to you.”

“You always do that while you wouldn’t even let me try.”

“I swear, you