Free Persuasion Skills by Laurel Cremant Page B

seemed to always do his best thinking in the gym. God bless push-ups and weight lifting .
    She followed his meandering hand with her
gaze, her mouth watering.
    “But what, Pep?”
    His hand moved the sponge down his chest,
sliding onto his rigid abs.
    “Hmm?”
    Shiny suds slipped down his stomach to
his erect shaft. Lucky bastards.
    He moved his other hand down to his hard
length, pumping it once before cupping his balls.
    Her moan mingled with his wicked laughter
in the air.
    She flicked her gaze back up to his to
see the mischievous glint in his eyes. This
is so not right . No way was she going to let him keep sidetracking her.
    Admittedly, his skills of persuasion were
inspiring. But if she was going to survive the week with her heart intact and
legs closed, she had to stop letting him distract her with sex, or lack
thereof.
    Letting a slow smile spread across her
face, she stepped forward, stilling his movements with a lingering stroke down
the ridges of his belly.
    “Let me help you,” she whispered, tilting
her head back to hold his gaze.
    Her fingers tangled with his at the base
of his long shaft. His quick intake of breath had her lips twitching in
amusement.
    She didn’t bother hiding her own
reaction, letting her moan float between them. Their gazes held in a heated
lock, which was fine with her. She wanted him to see the passion in her eyes.
She wanted him to burn as much as she did.
    Leaning up on the tips of her toes, she
began to nip and tease at his lips as she curled her hands around his cock and
squeezed gently.
    “Is this what a husband should expect?”
she asked softly, her eyes never leaving his.
    “Yeah, somewhere along these lines.”
    His words came out in a low scrape of
sound. He leaned his back against the wall, widening his stance and canting his
hips up.
    “A real husband would expect some special
attention, wouldn’t he?” She moved her other hand up his chest.
    She rubbed at the hardened nipple beneath
her palm as she slowly pumped his hard, slippery length with her fist.
    At the quick nod of his head, she smiled.
His inability to speak pushed her arousal level even higher.
    She slid her hand from his chest down the
bunched muscles of his arm and uncurled his fingers from the tight clench at
his side.
    “A real husband would be nice enough to
return the favor, right?”
    She guided his hand to her wet center,
not denying him the sound of her pleased groan. He rubbed at her clit, matching
the tempo she set stroking his cock, creating an erotic rhythm that threatened
to push her over the edge.
    The dark look of arousal in his eyes held
her captive. He slipped a long finger into her pussy, and she sucked his bottom
lip into her mouth.
    Her breaths came out in rough pants as
she circled her hips in a slow grind.
    Through it all, she battled with her body
for control, when all she wanted to do was wrap her legs around Jax and impale
herself on his swollen cock.
    His pulsing member jerked in her hand as
if knowing her thoughts.
    She whimpered into his mouth before
wrenching her hips back. Her inner walls clenched at the loss, his answering
grunt of frustration small consolation for the aching retreat.
    Pulling her lips away from his, she
smiled up at him.
    “A real husband would want his shower to
end in a happy ending,” she said, taunting softly as she finally broke eye
contact and began placing long, unhurried kisses down his chest, making sure to
maintain the teasing pace of her pumping hand on his shaft.
    She took a slight step back, giving
herself room to bend forward at the waist, never breaking her connection with
his pulsing flesh.
    Her kisses turned to leisurely licks down
the planes of his stomach. When her tongue reached the base of his cock, she
finally flicked her gaze back up to his.
    The desperate look in his eyes had her
womb tighten in want.
    She doubted she would ever forget the
sight of him, body hard with arousal, nostrils flared and face flushed with
need, rivulets