That makes me beam with pride.
He adds, “And I hate that I don't have time to return the favor properly.”
“It’s alright.” I press my lips to his. “You can owe me one.”
Chapter Thirty-one
Shane
Ispend the better part of my morning walking around with a big, stupid grin on my face. Who can blame me after the amazing blow job I got this morning?
Jenna did things with her mouth that drove me out of my fucking mind. And now, all I can think about is all the dirty things I want to do to her tonight.
I want to tie her up and eat that sweet pussy of hers until I drive her out of her mind—just like she did to me.
No matter how much I try to get her off my mind, it’s no use. Images of her mouth on me live rent-free in my brain, and those images are causing me to walk around with my dick sporting a boner at half-mast.
It’s a good thing that my jeans and a long jacket do a good job hiding it, especially when I get a text from Jenna that makes me even more excited.
Jenna: I miss you, sexy.
I type out my reply with a smile.
Me: Miss you more.
Jenna: Can’t wait to see you later. I’m horny.
Same.
Me: Believe me, Sunshine, I’m going to make you come so many times tonight you won’t be able to see straight.
She sends back a little emoji with heart eyes before typing out another reply.
Jenna: Well, I guess I can wait, but who’s going to tellthem?
Them? Who is them?
But before I can type out that question, a photo message pops through.
When I open it, all that fills the screen are her enormous tits.
No shirt.
No bra.
Just delicious, mouth-watering tits.
Me: Holy shit, Sunshine. You’re going to make me lose my job.
Jenna: Why? Are you worried someone is going to see your boner?
Me: Well, that and I’m tempted to run out of here and come fuck the shit out of you.
Jenna: Don’t threaten me with a good time.
I laugh to myself and try to calm down enough to get back to work and finish this day. Calming down is much easier when I see someone come walking toward me.
When the figure gets closer, I see that it’s Annie Mitchell, Jenna’s mom.