Free No Regrets by Claire Kent

into a kiss.
    I moaned against his lips and wrapped my arms around him, rubbing against him with every part of myself I could. His slightly rough skin grazed against mine as his mouth moved with a hard and hungry ardor.
    When I was dazed and breathless, I tore my mouth away, tilting my head back and squeezing my thighs around his lean hips. Feeling a thread of irresistible irony, despite my physical response, I asked, “So how old are you?”
    He gave me a wolfish smile and kissed me again. Then he rubbed his jaw against my cheek until I squirmed.
    When he didn’t answer, I persisted, “You must be much too young for me, if you’re so unwilling to tell me.”
    With a husky laugh, Josh reached down and moved my knees so that my thighs fell open even more. Then he pushed against my groin with his—letting me feel his hard arousal. “Maybe so. But, honey, you drive this much-too-young guy wild.” The texture in his voice was both teasing and hot.
    “Eh!” I gasped, arching up at the delicious pressure against my pussy and at the delicious wash of emotion at his words.
    He lowered his face to the crook of my neck, and his skin grated against my throat, intensifying my arousal.
    I clawed at the back of his shirt, trying to grab as much of him as I could. My hands raked down to his ass, where I grabbed and squeezed at the tight muscles greedily.
    I felt something firm in his pocket and realized instinctively what it was.
    It gave me an idea. A spontaneous, naughty, and completely inappropriate idea.
    Despite my body’s response to him, I couldn’t ignore the idea once it came to me. So, keeping my hand in place, I gasped, “Hold on a minute, Josh.”
    He pulled off me immediately at the different note in my voice.
    Just as I pulled his wallet out of his pocket.
    I jumped up and hurried across the room before he could react. When I was safe, I quickly found his driver’s license in his wallet.
    Josh was still sitting on the couch, dazed, rumpled, and visibly aroused. Realizing what I’d just done, he gave a roar and came after me.
    But it was too late. “Ah ha!” I declared victoriously. “You’ll be thirty-five next month!”
    My victory was short-lived. Because now Josh was in full-fledged battle mode and he wasn’t giving any quarter. He advanced on me—slowly but with visible intent.
    Laughing, I managed to hold up my hands to ward him off. “No more wrestling. It’s too late. I’ve already figured it out.”
    “Believe me,” Josh growled, scooping me up into his arms. “Wrestling is the last thing on my mind.”
    My pussy clenched in excitement at the erotic promise in his voice. And at the intoxicating helplessness of my position in his arms, his body big and strong against me—making me feel uncharacteristically small and feminine. I had already been turned on, but now I was more aroused than ever.
    But I didn’t cave quite so easily. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded. “You really think this is going to work to turn me on?”
    It was working—even more as I wriggled and rocked against him.
    He kept me in place with both arms, and he ignored my breathless, indignant cries—although I suspected he was hiding a smile.
    “All right,” he murmured, “I see what this was all about.”
    “What do you mean?” I was genuinely confused as he placed me on the bed and sat down on the edge.
    “I mean this was all in service of getting what you’ve wanted all along.”
    I gasped and flushed as I realized what he was saying.
    “It’s what you’ve wanted all along. Isn’t it?” This time, he was asking a question. I could see it in his eyes.
    I gave a little nod, confirming that I was up for this.
    Then, before I could react, he pulled me across his lap.
    Realizing what he was doing, I squealed in feigned resistance. I kicked out and tried to pummel him with my fists and made every show I could of outrage.
    It wasn’t particularly convincing because I was half-laughing the whole time. And I