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I hold up my hands in defense, enjoying the blush creeping up her cheeks. My hands go to the fly of my jeans and I make a show of slowly lowering the zipper.
She licks her lips when she sees the outline of my erection through my boxer briefs. “Then maybe you should put your money where your mouth is. Or in this case, put your mouth on my dick.”
“You’re so filthy,” she concedes, but her blown pupils tell me how much she likes it.
“You started it,” I whisper, pulling her close and letting her lemony fresh scent wrap around me.
Her eyes sparkle. “Then let me finish it. Or you.”
The next thing I know, she’s on her knees in front of me, and my jeans and underwear are tugged around my ankles. She takes me in her hands and looks up at me with a mischievous smile that is part sinner and part saint. A few tortured seconds pass and my cock twitches before she finally dips her head. Her tongue envelops me, tracing every inch of my length as if it were her favorite popsicle.
When did this happen? How did I let it? I’m wrecked for this girl. She’s got me tied up in knots.
Her fingers dance along the base, teasing me to the brink of ecstasy before slowly increasing the pressure of her mouth and taking me deeper into her throat. Sliding down onto the couch beneath us, I let her take control as I rest my head back against the cushions for support.
“That’s it, bad girl. You’re getting way too good at this,” I groan, weaving my fingers through her hair as it falls across my stomach in a veil.
My hands grip the cushion as Elowyn continues to tease and tantalize me with each movement, each lick sending an electric current through my body so strong that I can feel it in places she's not even touching.
Finally, when I can’t take it any longer, she moves up onto all fours and whips off her shorts and panties before straddling me. With a gleam in her eye, Elowyn slides down onto my erection and grinds. Then she lifts her body a few inches and slams back down, taking me to new heights of pleasure with every thrust. I can feel her tight walls milking me as she rocks her hips back and forth, pushing us ever closer to the edge.
As my girl increases the intensity of her movements, I finally give in to the pleasure that’s been building inside me until I'm reaching and trembling for release. I grip Elowyn’s hips as we both explode at the same time and cry out in pleasure together, the spasms of her release squeezing my cock in a vice grip.
My breathing is still ragged when Elowyn dismounts and lies beside me on the couch.
“That was amazing," she says softly, laying her head on my chest. “I need to be your bad girl more often.”
Sliding my arm around her shoulders, I draw her close against me and kiss the top of her head. “I’m down for you to suck me off and then ride me any time. Just pretend I’m one of those huge chocolate monkeys.”
“Gorilla,” she concedes, giving me a playful shove.
“Whatever,” I whisper, pulling her close. I could get used to this.
Her.
Us.
As the night winds down, I stare at Elowyn, her eyes twinkling in the glow of the laptop. Despite my usual permafrown, I can’t help but smile. This is us. A little chaotic, a little silly, electric with desire for each other, and completely perfect.
Chapter Fifteen
Elowyn
The next week goes by in a blur. I’m surprised Weston’s apartment isn’t done yet, but the property manager has been having trouble getting licensed and bonded electricians in to finish the wiring. Not that I’m complaining. Between working at the bar, my extra shifts at the pharmacy, and trying to start and run an entire business as its sole employee without my family noticing—I’ve ended up feeling a little frayed. That isn’t to say I’m not loving it. Weston was right. I’m good at what I do. Finding a gift is like solving a puzzle, and each time I land on the perfect item, it feels like slapping down that last piece of the jigsaw, creating the perfect landscape. I even found multiple companies that could provide a life-sized chocolate gorilla for my new client. He was thrilled, to say the least. Who knew?
Even more than that, it’s therapeutic, stress-busting, and doing wonders for my self-confidence and self-esteem. I can’t help but wonder how after so short a time, Weston knows me so well. And not that superficial knowing that usually occurs between a man and a woman. A deep, soul-knowing that occurs between people who see each other as human beings—warts and all. I’m starting to think my quirks are some of the things he likes most about me.
I have a half dozen orders to send off to clients at the post office today, and I’m so frazzled by the process of labeling them and double and triple checking the mailing addresses that I don’t hear the man sneak up behind me. Christ, not again. I have got to get better at this.
“Weird,” Jesse sneers at me, cutting in front of the three people in line after me, all of whom are too polite to put up much of a fight. “Normally, you’re on the receiving end of packages.”
“Well, it’s my business.” I don’t rise to his gross innuendo and try to sound as detached as possible in my response. After all, my body count is only three, and his is probably three hundred. “And you should mind yours.”
“I’m here on business, too.” Jesse waves an envelope at me. “Besides, someone has to look out for you, since you have about as much sense as a fruit fly.”
Yes, because he’s always done such a great job of looking out for me. I’ll never understand what goes on in his head. I do, however, understand perfectly what goes on—or doesn’t go on—inside his heart. After the time I’ve spent with the man, I think it’s black in there. Empty. “I’m doing just fine without you, thank you very much.”
“You think so, but you’re delusional.” He drops his voice to a threatening whisper, leaning over my shoulder so only I can hear. “You think letting a murderer’s cock come inside your loose snatch is medicine? Whatever. Talk to your dad about how wrong that one is. A killer’sDNAis inside you, Elowyn. God, I wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out. He’s gonna be so disappointed in you. And you can’t take that, can you? You never could. Such a daddy’s girl. You’d do anything to please that man.”
