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“Stop screaming, baby, or you’ll wake the bears.” A deep husky voice whispers.
Holy shit, a kidnapping should not make me this wet, is my only thought as CJ tightens his hold on my waist and drags me into his lair.
CHAPTER5
CJ
“This is highly inappropriate,Mr. Jacobs. I simply came by to ensure the cabin was sound and you take it upon yourself to kidnap me.”
Bullshit. She was outside my door mumbling and pacing for several minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore, knowing heaven was only a wooden slab away, and finally yanked her ass inside.
It’s hard to be snotty when you’re pressed against the wall clutching the shoulders of your captor, but Velma is giving it her all. She even has her cute nose turned up like the princess she is but the rest of her body has no shame. Her stomach is lifted in the air, her hips swaying, calling me like a naughty siren’s song.
Being a gentleman and not a fool, I answer by tightening my hold on her waist and then pressing my lower half into hers, wedging her between me and the wall. She gasps, then wiggles testing the waters. Her eyes widen and then glaze over as she realizes what I have in store for her later.
“Oh really? That’s why you’re sneaking around in the woods in the middle of the night?”
Not giving up without a fight, Velma snaps back. “Nine pm is not the middle of the night and yes… that is why. As Customer Relations Manager I have a duty— oh, God,” she moans as I lick a path down the slope of her neck.
I lift her arms off my shoulders and raise them over her head, capturing both wrists in one hand. The heavy coat she’s wearing opens enough for me to get a glimpse of the outfit she’s hiding inside. With my free hand, I pull one side away to reveal the rest.
My cock rises to full mast, tenting my sweatpants as I take in her glorious curvy body encased in the tiniest pajamas I’ve ever seen. The deep blue shorts barely cover her mound and the matching tank top is so tight I swear her tits are suffocating. They’re spilling from the low neckline, begging to come out and play with me.
The top has risen above her rounded stomach and I watch as it flexes with every choppy breath Velma takes.
“Fuck me, angel. You were gonna walk away and deprive me of all this? I don’t think so.”
I drop her hands and seal my mouth to hers. Like always, Velma curls her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, moaning her pleasure.
I break away before things get too heated and push off the heavy coat covering my treat then kneel to the floor, eye level with her center.
Peeling her shorts off I run my hands down her smooth thick brown thighs. The inside of her thighs are coated in her sticky juices and it fills my chest with a caveman-like pride.
Unable to resist with all that glorious skin in front of me, I kiss and lick a path across her stomach. Velma trembles and grips my shoulders again.
“I’m about to taste you, angel.” My voice is husky as I lay out what’s about to happen. “This is your last chance to back out, Velma. Once any part of me enters you, that’s it. You are mine— forever.”
Despite her earlier nonsense, Velma was with me up until then. The word “forever” had her doing a double take and now she’s staring at me like I have two heads.
“Forever is a long time for a fling, CJ. You’ve been in Coldwater for like twenty-four hours. There is no way you want forever with me. We might be a small town but there is a plethora of females more in your age range for you to go out with. I’ll agree to a fling and nothing else.” There is a finality in her tone that I don’t like. I also don’t like how she’s questioning my feelings.
“I have had all the flings I can stand. What I want now is the real thing. And that is you. I love you, Velma, and nothing will change that.” Looking into her beautiful yet apprehensive brown eyes, I practically beg her to believe me.
She shakes her head and loosens her grip, almost removing her hands completely. “Let me repeat. Twenty-four hours and not to mention the age difference. These all spell fling— not forever.”
The fire I built earlier while waiting on Velma roars in the background as I absorb her words. I was so sure she would come tonight that I set the stage for a romantic sex-filled evening. I purchased a bottle of wine to toast our new relationship and some snacks to replenish our energy. Flowers are waiting on the couch behind us and a surprise for later waiting underneath the Christmas tree I purchased earlier today. I counted on some pushback and had hoped the project I cooked up for us would help alleviate her fears. Looks like it’s time to put that theory to the test.
Standing, I lift her in my arms bridal style then walk down the short hall to the bedroom. Once there I gently lay her on the bed. I almost didn’t let her go. The feeling of her plump ass rubbing on my chest was enough to almost set me off. Then there were her nipples poking through her shirt, just begging me to drop my head and suck one into my mouth.
“Wait here,” I instruct, then head back out the door, leaving Velma staring at me in confusion.
When I return, she’s still in the same position, leaning back on her elbows, legs bent at the knees, her legs pressed together.
My arms are full of supplies that she recognizes immediately. She shoots up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed, forgetting she has nothing covering her lower half.
“Why do you have batting and all those basting pins? And for the love of all that’s holy… a stupid seam ripper?” She scrunches her nose up at the seam ripper. The lady at the craft supply shop had the same reaction when she placed it in my pile.
“I don’t know why you quilters hate this thing so much. I think it’s great. Helps you correct your mistakes.” I shrug, waving the small offending tool around.
