The Boy Toy

He uttered a disbelieving laugh. “Oh, you think you can take me, do you?”

“Sure.” With relish she looked him over. “You strike me as a pretty puny type. Think I’m bigger than you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he blustered, thunderclouds now in his eyes. “Then let’s hear it, sister—height and weight.” Before she could protest, he held up a hand, then gestured at her feet. “But first, take off those high-heeled dancing shoes.”

Glancing toward their feet, she harrumphed. “Well, if you aren’t full of it! You’re wearing boots yourself.”

“Okay, then, we’ll do this unshod.” He began pulling off his boots.

“Unshod? You are prehistoric!”

“Are you taking off those slippers or not?”

Allison made a strangled sound, mostly for his benefit. Normally she would never have allowed herself to be goaded this way, but tonight she found she was having too much fun to resist. She stepped out of her pumps and drew herself up to face Pete.

He straightened to face her.

That’s when she groaned. With both of them shoeless, she was definitely shorter than he. Nonetheless she faced him down with bravado.

“Okay, spill it out,” he goaded.

“Five-ten, one thirty-five,” she declared flippantly.

“Hah!” He advanced, confronting her eyeball-to-eyeball. “Six-one, one sixty-five. Still think you’re bigger than me?”

“Sure I do.”

Now he looked her over, thoroughly. “Well, when it comes to curves in the right places, you’ve got me beat, angel. But you’re still a fool if you think you can whip my butt.”

She balled her hands on her hips and faced him down. “In a heartbeat, I can. I work out.”

His superior expression dared her to continue. “And I ride. What do you want to bet that you can take me?”

That taunt proved irresistible. Allison lunged for him, only to find herself gripped by strong hands, hauled effortlessly up into the air, and thrown across a hard male shoulder. With quick strides Pete crossed the room, then she landed neatly beneath him on the soft couch in front of the glass wall. They lay locked body-to-body, sex to aching sex, regarding each other breathlessly.

“A kiss?” he inquired, grinning like the very devil.

Before Allison could respond, Pete kissed her again, brazenly, stabbing his tongue inside her mouth, exciting her beyond reason.

“Damn, you’re strong,” she muttered, kissing him back, boldly biting his underlip.

A fervent sigh rose from him. When his hands tugged at her tank, pulling it up over her head, she couldn’t protest. He stared at her generous, rounded breasts veiled in her white lace demi-bra. “Lady, I’m in heaven.”

Just the heat of his gaze further tightened her aching nipples. Then he leaned close, trailing his tongue over the contours of her bra, scalding her flesh. Allison was going insane. When his tongue and lips teased her breasts, his teeth playfully nipping her flesh, her nipples, through the sexy fabric of her bra, even the lace binding her seemed to sizzle.

All maidenly restraint left her. “Take off your shirt,” she ordered hoarsely.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Proudly he complied, all but ripping off his shirt, and she had to wince as she drank him in. He was positively gorgeous, his chest tan and lean, with a sprinkling of downy golden hair swirling downward to disappear beneath his belt buckle.

Appearing thrilled by her unabashed inspection, he unclasped her bra. Wetting a finger, he traced tormenting circles over her hyperaroused nipples, and she shuddered in ecstasy. Just when she thought he could take her no higher, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and bit down gently. A sound of raw abandon was torn from her. Grunting his satisfaction, he sucked and nipped at both breasts, while she panted and arched her back. Finally he caught her close, crushing her against his naked chest. His body felt fabulous, so warm and muscular against her own.

His hands slid boldly up her stockinged thighs, until he had hiked her skirt high above her waist. Allison writhed with flagrant suggestiveness.

Expression intense, Pete was staring down at her hips and legs clad in sheer lacy panties, sexy black garter belt and stockings. When he touched her bare inner thigh she arched against him wantonly. “You’re not taking off that garter belt, woman.” He touched her mound through her bikinis and she cried out softly. “I want to see all of that hot black lace as I drive into you.” He tugged at the wispy fabric of her crotch. “But it’ll be a damn shame to rip off these pretty panties.”