Mardi Gras by Lacey Alexander (reading the story of the TXT) 📕

“Enjoy,” she said as he accepted the cake, then she turned and sauntered away, the sway of her hips entrancing.

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As Ty bit into the sugary-sweet confection, he found himself thinking, Hell, who needs a meaningful relationship when you’ve got this—a super-hot woman ready for what promises to be a fun night ahead.

That was when he realized he was chewing…paper.

Reaching into his mouth, he drew out a tiny slip of crumpled yellow paper. It said in sharp black letters, Want to fuck?

His cock threatened to burst from behind his zipper at any second. He lifted his gaze to find the redhead back across the room, still handing out cake. Lowering his plate to the nearest table, he made a beeline for her.

As she bent to scoop up two more plates from the dessert table, he leaned in close behind her, letting his body graze hers from the waist down.

She flinched lightly, but didn’t move away—only straightened and turned to look over her shoulder.

“Yes,” he breathed low in her ear. “And I want to do it hard.” Maybe he shouldn’t have been a hundred percent certain she’d sent the note, but he was. He just knew—without a shred of doubt. He moved half an inch closer, so she’d feel his hard-on pressing into the crack of her ass.

Setting the plates back down, she turned, handily extricating herself from between him and the table, and grabbed his hand. “Follow me.” Just the touch of her fingers added to his heat as she led him across the floor, around a corner, and into the bathroom, currently candlelit. He shut the wooden door firmly behind him and spun to look at her.

Her eyes blazed with the same fire that burned hot in his veins, and her ample chest heaved slightly, begging for his touch. A pouty mouth painted with dark lipstick made her look all the more like a mysterious piece of forbidden fruit. And he was ready to take a bite.

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They stepped toward each other at the same time, moving into each other’s arms.

His settled around her waist and hers circled his neck. “What’s your name?” he asked, his mouth hovering an inch above hers.

She hesitated slightly, then licked her upper lip. “Mina.”

“Nice to meet you, Mina. I’m Ty,” he said, then lowered a kiss onto that dark, sexy mouth.

She responded with eager pressure, hungry and willing, just the way he wanted her. She tasted sweet, like the cake he’d just eaten, as he eased his tongue between her lips. Her breasts pressed firm against his chest and his cock molded perfectly with the indented slit he could feel beneath her skirt.

Her skin was warm to the touch, and her movements against him filled him with longing. Damn, he couldn’t remember a time when he’d gotten this hot this fast. He’d wanted her badly enough before, back out in the crowded room, but his desire had skyrocketed since stepping behind a closed door with her.

Her tongue circled his in kisses that grew slower, but more heated. He could hear them both breathing heavily as his hands roamed her back and she ran her fingers through his hair. When he drew one hand around to her breast, it was like heaven and sin colliding in the palm of his hand. The feel of her lush flesh, even through her blouse and bra, made him thrust at the soft spot between her thighs, the move almost involuntary.

She moaned when he raked his thumb across the hardened nipple he could feel through the thin blouse and the lace underneath.

“Want your breast in my mouth,” he breathed as her lips left his, venturing downward. He leaned his head back as she rained kisses across his neck and onto the top of his chest through the “v” in his shirt.

“Mmm, I want my pussy in your mouth,” she purred between kisses.

He groaned. What a dirty girl. He was wild about her already.

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When she raised her gaze, drawing her splayed fingers down his chest, he reached to take off her mask. He wasn’t sure why—he hadn’t even planned it. He guessed he just wanted to see her better—this hot, sexy woman who was kissing him senseless. He wanted to see who he was about to fuck.

Biting her lip, she stopped him, holding the mask in place. “No.” He didn’t argue. Instead he went for the next best thing, the button between her breasts. Flicking it open and reaching inside, he curved his fingers around the lace cup of her dangerously low-cut bra.

She let out a sexy sigh at his light, sensual kneading, but quickly pulled his hand away, grabbing both of his wrists to keep him from going further. “No,” she said, firmer this time.

He didn’t know what to think. Even as she held his wrists at his sides, he leaned down to rake a hot kiss across her lush mouth. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he said, his voice coming out raspy. “Did I do something wrong?” She shook her head, her eyes just as passion-filled as before. “But I don’t want to hurry, baby. I want to make the pleasure last.” Something about the way she said it heightened his lust, straining his zipper even more than it already was. He leaned his forehead against hers, delivering one, two more small kisses designed to entice. “What did you have in mind?” She let go of his wrists and flashed a hint of a sexy smile. “Follow me.” She was already reaching around him for the doorknob when he grinned and said,

“Didn’t we already do this part?”

“This was just warm-up, lover,” she said in that husky voice that made him lust harder. Opening the door, she glanced over her shoulder at him, that sexy, concealing mask still framing her eyes with dark glitter. “For what I want to do to you, you’ll have to take your chances and see where I lead you. Are you coming?” 27

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Placing his hands on her