Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Next, I’m going to have you try on some panties,” I growl on her lips.
“I can’t,” she moans breathlessly. “I’ll get them too wet.”
Whatever restraint I had holding me back cracks. I slide my hand between her thighs and rub her needy little pussy. Her hips start rolling and she whimpers as I kiss her again.
I need to touch her without anything between us. I need to feel her wetness. I want to be soaked in it.
With a possessive growl, I slide my hand into her pants, slipping my fingertips into her panties.
“Yes,” she moans as I push down further, over her trimmed hair and onto her silky wet mound. My fingers part her soft lips and she gasps as I dip my index finger inside her.
“Oh god,” she moans as I finger her juicy cunt, sliding in and out, in and out. I rub her hard little clit with my fingertip as she grips my arm and opens her mouth.
“Oh shit,” she cries as I rub her harder and faster, trying to make this needy little pussy cum.
Her body starts convulsing in my arms. She looks up at me with desperate eyes and I can tell she’s about to cum.
“Cum on me,” I growl over her open mouth. I have one arm holding her quivering body up and I’m making her moan with the other.
She grips my jacket and grits her teeth as her orgasm overtakes her. Her shoulders shake, her legs give out, and she whimpers, trying not to scream as the heated bliss rips through her body.
Wet sticky pussy juice coats my fingers as I rub her lips. I know this won’t be the last time I have my hands on her soft perfect pussy. I’ll make sure of that.
She’s mine now. I’m going to be between these legs every damn day.
When the whimpering stops, she gets control of her legs and stands up shakily, letting go of my now wrinkled jacket.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, flustered and in disbelief about what just happened. She steps away from me and smoothes her hair out. She’s breathing hard. Her cheeks are flushed pink. “I’ve never—”
Someone knocks on the door and she snaps to attention, any lingering blooms of pleasure still floating within her dry up on the spot.
A key slides into the lock.
“Shit!” she says as she runs over just as it opens. “Elena! Hi!”
A stern-looking lady looks in, frowning at us both.
“What are you doing in here?” she says, making it clear she doesn’t approve. “This section is supposed to be closed.”
“I was just helping this gentleman choose a sweater,” Jemma says, looking flustered.
“Why are you wearing it?” she asks, looking her up and down.
“She’s the same size as my sister,” I say, jumping in to save my girl.
Elena frowns harder when she looks at Jemma’s messy hair and flushed cheeks. She spots my wrinkled suit jacket and puts her hands on her hips.
“I know exactly what’s going on here,” she says, narrowing her eyes on Jemma. “And you’re fired.”
“Hey,” I say in my big bad boss tone as I step forward. “I don’t know what you—”
“It’s okay,” Jemma says as she puts a hand on my chest. “I didn’t really want to work my last two shifts anyway.”
She rushes out of the room, still wearing the sweater.
“I’m buying that sweater,” I tell Elena as I grab Jemma’s black shirt from the changing room and follow her out.
I quickly pay for it and catch up to Jemma on the snowy sidewalk outside.
“That was humiliating,” she says when I grab her arm and turn her around. She looks like she’s in a Christmas card with the colorful lights behind her and the thick snowflakes drifting down, sticking to her hair and shoulders. The beautiful sight tugs at my heart. “I’m sorry I’m still wearing the sweater. Hold on, I’ll give it to you.”
“I have to see you again,” I say, hearing the desperation in my voice. I suddenly remember that I’ll be gone for the next week and my stomach drops. I can’t leave now…
“You want to see me again?” she says, genuinely shocked. “After that debacle?”
“I do.”
She sighs as she looks around and then looks into my eyes. “I just want you to know that I never do that… I’m a virgin actually.”
The sound of that almost brings tears to my eyes.
“Let alone in public… where I work… I guess I was just a bit lonely because of the holidays.”
“Lonely?”
“My family is back in Arizona.”
“You don’t have any plans for Christmas?” I ask, so giddy I can barely contain myself.
She looks embarrassed. “No.”
“Come with me.”
“What? Where?”
“I’m staying at my parents’ house for the holidays. Come with me.”
She laughs as she looks at me like I’m a crazy person. “You can’t be serious.”
I just stare at her.
“You are serious.” She laughs again.