Free Long Shot by Kayti McGee

love last night.” Rob kisses my shoulder and I like it, too. I’m a goner. “You’re like a rare piece of treasure.”
    “Wow, what a spectacular metaphor. A rare piece of treasure. Really know how to speak to a girl’s heart.” The more I like what he’s doing, the frownier I am getting. Why does he even like me? I’m a real jerk in the morning even when no strippers are involved.
    “A sexy chicken nugget. A tall glass of milk. A—a perfect cashew!”
    “Ew.” I find myself laughing. Damn it, I can’t even stay frowny. “You’re fired.”
    “Maybe I’m hungry. I guess I need to distract myself.” He pulls me in tighter and starts kissing my neck. My body responds immediately, goosebumps covering my flesh. The farther his kisses cover my skin, the more pliant I become.
    Morning sex is clearly imminent. How did my life go so far off track? I used to be a civilized person.
    I don’t go home with guys and I don’t take guys home and I never have sex before brushing my teeth. And yet, here I am. Rob slides his large, strong hands down my thighs and briefly teases my inner sensitive areas. My back arches against him, I can’t help it.
    Maybe, this once, I can shut my mind off. After all, I reason, we already did it last night. I should just go ahead and check if the sober sex is as good as the tipsy sex. For research. For science.
    I hike my top leg up and place it over his, giving him direct access to my pussy. He ignores it and continues kissing my neck, running his hands all over my body, missing the one area I want him to go.
    What a tease. Fine, I’ll take care of it myself. His hands wander across my breasts in time to his hot kisses, and I slip my fingers between my thighs. My body is a little tired, a little out of practice, but with each firm stroke, I feel more alive.
    My breath catches and he presses his lips to my ear. “That’s so fucking hot. I love it when you touch yourself, knowing you’re thinking of me, knowing you’re picturing my hands where your hands are, my tongue fucking your clit, my cock hammering you until you can’t walk.”
    Everything starts to go a little dim and I touch myself faster, harder. I love dirty talk to so much. I’m not the best at it, but when a man knows how to talk dirty to me, when he knows how to get me even wetter with just his words, I’m all in. I’m his. For now. For the research.
    Rob moves his hands from my breasts and teases my inner thighs some more before finally nudging my hands aside. His fingers are rough, his touch hard, and my hips rock in time against him.
    “You like that?” he murmurs in my ear.
    “Faster.” I pull up the top part of my pussy lips, exposing more of my clit to his touch. “Deeper.”
    He groans and rocks his hips against me as he obeys, and it’s so fucking sexy. This huge beast of a man can’t keep his hands off me. I’m starting to realize that this is kind of cool. To feel so wanted by someone who is constantly surrounded by beautiful, desperate woman, and instead he wants me?
    Damn it, Meredith, keep your mind off the stripping for once.
    I push the thought away and then I push him off of me. I roll him over so he’s lying on his back, and I climb on top of him. His hair is rumpled and has that sexy just-woke-up thing going for it. But it’s the way he looks at me, so full of want and passion, that makes my knees go weak. I lean forward and kiss him, reveling in the way he grabs me and tangles his hands in my hair.
    This is the first time we’ve been romantically involved while totally sober. Wowzers but this man can kiss. His lips are soft, but firm, and he presses them into me like I’m his only oxygen, like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. It’s hungry, it’s desperate, it renders my body full of tiny explosions of pleasure, almost like tiny orgasms, and I realize I never want to stop kissing him.
    Except right now I have other things on my mind. I move down his rugged jawline, which I bet