Free Bared by Him by Red Garnier

her lips were so close, and suddenly he didn’t give
     a shit. He brushed them with his own, then found himself licking her while he gave
     her ass a little squeeze.
    “Ahhh! She cooks!” Luke said, jerking them back to look at him. “A homey little kitten.
     What an interesting woman you are, Ivy.”
    “She’s not cooking for you,” Cade growled. “Man, don’t you have anything else to do
     than ogle other people’s playthings?”
    “No worries, dude. I’m too in love with mine.” He lifted his phone and took a picture
     of Cade standing just beside Ivy. “The guys will love this. Sorry, but I needed proof— otherwise no one would even believe there’s a woman on this earth willing to spend
     time with merry little you, Cade. Now I’m one hundred K richer and it’s only nine
     fifteen. Not bad for a slow day.”
    “Don’t come back, Luke.”
    His friend laughed. “Invite me to the wedding!” he called before the door slammed
     shut.
    Cade fell quiet as Ivy busily prepared her vegetable drink, her legs lean and slender
     under his buttoned shirt. He watched as she added all kinds of vegetables to his blender,
     the finished product looking green and disgusting. While it stirred, she’d put some
     bacon and eggs on for Cade, which smelled far, far more appetizing.
    He scowled when she poured her green shit drink into a tall glass. “That shake is
     the most disgusting thing I’ve seen.”
    Her lips curved. “Good thing you’re not drinking it, then.” She lifted it to her lips,
     took a sip, then her slim eyebrows drew together in thought as she handed it over.
     “Try it.”
    “Like hell.”
    “Truly, it’s really good. Tastes like mango. A sweet fruit eliminates all the spinach
     and broccoli flavors.”
    “I’ll taste it from you,” he said, as he slid a hand to the small of her back and
     ducked to kiss her, relaxing when her mouth opened on his. He edged back to look into
     her eyes, which had darkened with want. “You’re right, it is good,” he murmured, lifting
     her up on the counter with one arm.
    She set aside her glass and turned off the stove knobs as the bacon sizzled nearby.
     “You taste better,” she murmured, sliding her hands up to his nape and letting him
     sip up all that mango taste from her mouth.
    And that was just his appetizer.
    *   *   *
    The days went by in a state of constant, heart-pounding, pulse-jacking arousal. They
     played strip poker again, except this time in their opening bets, they fed each other
     wine, grapes, and chocolate. When they lost … they had to remove an article of clothing.
    “These stay on,” Ivy once against insisted of her bra and panties.
    Cade smirked. “Sooner or later, they’re going to come off.”
    Well she’d rather leave it at later, much later, otherwise she’d be too self-conscious.
    But, oh, Lord, every time Cade came over to feed her mouth, he’d duck his head and
     take a sip of what he fed her, and she melted just like the chocolate melted in her
     mouth. Her pussy got juicier than the grapes. And his taste got her more drunk than
     the wine.
    She had never had such torturous foreplay. They kissed until they ended up gasping
     for more, then they played another hand, surveying each other’s bodies, savoring telling
     each other what they would do when they were finished. Whoever won got to choose the
     punishment for the loser. But seriously? Punishment? Licking Cade up? Eating him up?
     Goodness, she was really hoping to lose this time around, he had her so primed.
    Every time Cade dealt new cards, he watched her, his eyelids half-mast, his voice
     rough. “I’m going to lick my way up your pretty little legs with my tongue…” He did
     the procedure with his eyes, and her pussy creamed at the prospect. “And when I get
     up to those panties, I’m going to pull them aside and get drunk on you.”
    Ivy squirmed, panting and anxious. When the game was finally over, she crawled over
     to him across