AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Christ, it’s so thick, I can barely get my hand around it.
I picture Jillian holding her plastic friend with two hands. I groan a laugh because I need both hands to get this thing off.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Stroke my cock,” I moan uncontrollably from the double pressure.
Jillian’s soapy hands move up and down her breasts. God, what I wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her. Taking her from behind with her palms against the slippery tiled wall.
That arse. That fucking big, round arse with cheeks that can accommodate my massive hands call out to me.
Why the hell did I leave the other night without making plans to see her again?
I could be deep inside her instead of spying on her to get myself off.
She gets out and towels herself off. Her smooth blonde hair is pinned up, but a few wet strands stick to her glistening body. Standing there naked, she starts applying lotion and I come all over my hands, wishing I was dousing her with my own creamy moisturizer. I hear it’s good for the skin.
Get. Your. Shit. Together.
I toss the phone and get my arse on the road before a fucking cop finds me sitting here with cum all over myself. One last glance at Jillian’s app profile and I see the BLOCK held.
But it won’t for long. Like my patience.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jillian
“Really, nothing?” I stare at the app’s mailbox. “What the frick?”
Biting my lip, I do what I said I wouldn’t.
I scroll the app in search of a man who might have the same relationship goals.
A part of me is thinking each guy on here is a perfect ten and out of my league. But…
No.
They’re…ordinary.
I sigh, “Even this guy doesn’t want me?”
I’m tempted to send a message, what the heck?
Feeling deflated, I close the app.
Maybe it’s for the best.
I can’t get sex with Eoghan out of my damn mind. I still feel him inside me. Still feel his lips on my skin.
With his brother’s case dismissed, all I have on my plate are bullshit indictments that won’t get me noticed. I’d wanted to sulk for a few weeks before the new year, just zone out at my desk and daydream of Eoghan fucking me while listening to hot and steamy romance audiobooks with my earbuds.
Now I have to spend my days babysitting another attorney.
But damn, I want to crush the Borgia Cosa Nostra. And don’t want help.
I’m like my father, according to Mom. He was a stubborn, uncompromising lawyer, too. Damn, is that why I’m attracted to Eoghan, the cocky attorney? My dad was a powerful lawyer with a top firm in Reno. He passed five years ago. He was my hero. The lawyer I wanted to be. Dad sent both Daniel and me to law school.
It pains me that Mom isn’t over his death. One day, I hope I can find the kind of love they had.
Sliding on a night gown, I plop back into bed and click around my channels until some sitcom I’ve seen dozens of times numbs me into a deep sleep.
