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Her fingers grappled in the crotch of her underwear
for the elusive damned ball. Frantic, Alexis crammed her
middle finger as high inside her vagina as she could,
pushing the remaining ball back into place so she wouldn’t
lose it too.
Where was the other one?
She heard a small thud.
“Oh, God,” she squeaked.
Why was this happening to her?
“Looking for this?” Nate swept down between her legs
and picked up the missing ball. Whipping her hands free,
Alexis wiped her fingers and faced the bane of her
existence, Nate Tonetti.
Hungry for him, she devoured the vision of sin
personified—shoulder-length black hair, triangular goatee,
captivating blue eyes. Tanned and tattooed. Wicked and
wonderful. Irresistible. And he’d been hers. For a time.
Where was his ever-present leather jacket, she
wondered, catching a faint whiff of the garage that always
seemed to cling to him, even fresh from the shower. Leather
and motor oil, two things synonymous with Nate. Two things
guaranteed to turn her on.
Today he wore tight, tattered jeans and an even
tighter black t-shirt, bulging in all the right places. Her
fingers itched to trace his sculpted pecs, to raise the left
sleeve of his shirt so she could set her eyes on the cougar
adorning his muscular biceps. The sight of the tattoo always
made her drool.
The scent of Nate made her pant. God, she was wet.
And ready. She wanted to fuck him. Bad.
I’m in a church! Planning my wedding!
Down, libido, down!
Nate held the gold, glistening ball at eyelevel and
sniffed. His nostrils flared. “Smells like you. Would it
taste like you too, I wonder?”
“Give that back!” Alexis shook free of her stupor
and reached for it but he snatched his hand away and she
lurched, almost losing her balance. The movement jiggled the
second ball between her legs and she tried to suck it up.
Damn Nate. Damn these balls.
“Uh, uh. Tell me what it is and I might let
you have it.” His wicked grin reminded her how much she
loved him…it, it, the sex, anything but him!
“What are you doing here?” She clenched her thighs
in an effort to prevent further embarrassment. Why had she
listened to Jenny? Her pussy muscles were fine, thank you
very much!
His piercing eyes took in the flower-bedecked pews
lining the aisle. “I see you have your orchids. Not much of
an odor to them, is there?”
“I mean it, Nate. Tell me what you’re doing here.”
“Tell me what this is first.”
“Nothing.”
He looked at the ball, then popped it in his mouth,
swirling it around. His cheeks inverted as he sucked.
“Delicious.”
“Oh, disgusting.” Alexis looked away. She had enough
issues to deal with without…that.
“I used to lick you all the time. You didn’t think
that was disgusting.”
“Yeah but that fell on the floor!”
“Now that you mention it,” he said, shifting the
ball to the other side of his mouth, “I see what you mean.
That is kinda gross.” Putting his hand to her nape, he
pulled her to him. Their noses brushed. “Watcha say we get
dirty together, Lexi?”
A heartbeat later, he meshed their lips. At the
taste of him, Alexis shattered. She forgot where she was,
what she was supposed to be doing, even who she was.
Instead, she became Nate’s sex-starved Lexi. She
sucked on his tongue, loving the thick glide of it against
hers as he plundered her mouth.
His hands roamed her back and butt, warming her,
heating her crotch to boiling. When he grabbed a handful of
ass and kissed her harder, Lexi moaned in appreciation.
Something clanked against her teeth—the ball! Nate
was trying to thrust the damn ball into her mouth.
Dick-whipped for him or not, she drew the line there.
It took all of her willpower but Lexi broke free,
spitting out the hated ball. It fell to the floor with a
plop.
“Stop!” She turned her head to the side, unable to
believe what she’d just allowed to happen. Just participated
in. Encouraged. “A kiss doesn’t change anything. I
could have just kissed the minister and I’d still be getting
married tomorrow.”
The minister wouldn’t have had a Ben Wa ball in his
mouth.
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