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glistening as it jutted against his belly.
“ Now, don’t bust my balls, gorgeous.” He hooked a finger at her. “Why don’t you come over here and suck ’em instead?”
She shook her head, intending to back away, determined not to become another of Jase Everly’s needy little tarts. His flavor of the day. The boy was like Baskin Robbins . . . 31 flavors, one for every day of the month. “I don’t think so.”
I started laughing. Even worse, Leelee tickled my funny bone, as well as my boner.
“Too prissy to suck cock?”
“ Too discerning to blow yours, Jase,” she hissed.
In a stern voice, he said, “I’m not gonna ask again. Come inside and close the damn door, Ave.”
“ Go fuck yourself,” she shot back, turning to leave.
He was there before she could escape, slamming the door shut and spinning her against it. She smelled him—spicy, a little sweaty — and it made her dizzier than she let on, glaring up at him.
Leaning to the side, he swept one hand up and down the skirt and blouse she wore. “I’m all for a little cat and mouse, but you’re not as mousy as you make yourself out to be. And what you’re hiding underneath all this? Really turns me on, Ave.” He skimmed his nose along her jaw then nipped the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Jase whispered in a velvety voice, “Maybe you just need a little spankin’ to loosen you up.”
“ Maybe you want me to hogtie your hand to your cock!”
His w arm, rough fingers sliding across her belly to her hip, he jerked her against him so she felt his hot length pressing against her thigh. “I don’t think you wanna do that. Nnh nnnh.” When he retreated, Avery’s body jolted with anger . . . with hunger.
“ No, you like this, don’t you?” He gripped himself again and made a slow show of thrusting his cock in and out of his fist, already so erect he was dark red, shiny, and swollen at the tip.
She shook her head.
I laid the book down and dragged my arm across my forehead. Bashful, beautiful, blazing Leelee, who blushed at the drop of a hat, wrote hardcore smut to rival my old collection of Penthouse Forum . This wasn’t good. I didn’t need another reason to think about her and sex in the same sentence.
The steamy cover of Ride facing me made matters worse. My hand automatically reached to unbutton my jeans. Working one-handed, I plucked the buttons free, desperate for release before the built-up pressure in my cock caused irreversible injury. Freeing myself from the denim confines, I flipped the book over.
Jase gave her a wicked grin and tilted his head. A throaty growl escaped him. “I’m gonna come soon. If you don’t want it in your mouth or on your body, you better go.”
Willing her eyes away and her legs to move, she scrambled for the doorknob, listening as Jase strained to say, “See you at breakfast, Ave.”
I’d just pushed my pants down my thighs when my damned iPhone blared the “Bohemian Rhapsody” ringtone .
“ Sonuvabitch!” If it wasn’t the maid service disguised as Leelee interrupting my session, it was Ma, instant mood killer.
After shuffling my clothes back in order and slowing my heart rate, I answered. “Ma.”
“ Oh good gravy, what have ya done now? You’re all outta breath.”
“ Nothin’.” Yet. Unfortunately. Her telling-off tone of voice reminded me of every single time she’d caught me, and usually Nicky, up to some bound-for-reform-school hijinks. I’d hated her saying back then: I got eyes in the back of my head, sonny, so don’t you even think about it , but I planned on being the same way with the kid.
“ Mm hmm. Just make sure you keep it that way.” She quickly shifted subjects. “JJ just had his lunch. We went to the Bojangles and then I made him some of my strawberry shortcake with the fresh biscuits I like, not that store-bought sponge cake crap that’s no good for nothin’. He ate it right up.”
“’ Course he did, Ma. You just loaded him
“ Now, don’t bust my balls, gorgeous.” He hooked a finger at her. “Why don’t you come over here and suck ’em instead?”
She shook her head, intending to back away, determined not to become another of Jase Everly’s needy little tarts. His flavor of the day. The boy was like Baskin Robbins . . . 31 flavors, one for every day of the month. “I don’t think so.”
I started laughing. Even worse, Leelee tickled my funny bone, as well as my boner.
“Too prissy to suck cock?”
“ Too discerning to blow yours, Jase,” she hissed.
In a stern voice, he said, “I’m not gonna ask again. Come inside and close the damn door, Ave.”
“ Go fuck yourself,” she shot back, turning to leave.
He was there before she could escape, slamming the door shut and spinning her against it. She smelled him—spicy, a little sweaty — and it made her dizzier than she let on, glaring up at him.
Leaning to the side, he swept one hand up and down the skirt and blouse she wore. “I’m all for a little cat and mouse, but you’re not as mousy as you make yourself out to be. And what you’re hiding underneath all this? Really turns me on, Ave.” He skimmed his nose along her jaw then nipped the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Jase whispered in a velvety voice, “Maybe you just need a little spankin’ to loosen you up.”
“ Maybe you want me to hogtie your hand to your cock!”
His w arm, rough fingers sliding across her belly to her hip, he jerked her against him so she felt his hot length pressing against her thigh. “I don’t think you wanna do that. Nnh nnnh.” When he retreated, Avery’s body jolted with anger . . . with hunger.
“ No, you like this, don’t you?” He gripped himself again and made a slow show of thrusting his cock in and out of his fist, already so erect he was dark red, shiny, and swollen at the tip.
She shook her head.
I laid the book down and dragged my arm across my forehead. Bashful, beautiful, blazing Leelee, who blushed at the drop of a hat, wrote hardcore smut to rival my old collection of Penthouse Forum . This wasn’t good. I didn’t need another reason to think about her and sex in the same sentence.
The steamy cover of Ride facing me made matters worse. My hand automatically reached to unbutton my jeans. Working one-handed, I plucked the buttons free, desperate for release before the built-up pressure in my cock caused irreversible injury. Freeing myself from the denim confines, I flipped the book over.
Jase gave her a wicked grin and tilted his head. A throaty growl escaped him. “I’m gonna come soon. If you don’t want it in your mouth or on your body, you better go.”
Willing her eyes away and her legs to move, she scrambled for the doorknob, listening as Jase strained to say, “See you at breakfast, Ave.”
I’d just pushed my pants down my thighs when my damned iPhone blared the “Bohemian Rhapsody” ringtone .
“ Sonuvabitch!” If it wasn’t the maid service disguised as Leelee interrupting my session, it was Ma, instant mood killer.
After shuffling my clothes back in order and slowing my heart rate, I answered. “Ma.”
“ Oh good gravy, what have ya done now? You’re all outta breath.”
“ Nothin’.” Yet. Unfortunately. Her telling-off tone of voice reminded me of every single time she’d caught me, and usually Nicky, up to some bound-for-reform-school hijinks. I’d hated her saying back then: I got eyes in the back of my head, sonny, so don’t you even think about it , but I planned on being the same way with the kid.
“ Mm hmm. Just make sure you keep it that way.” She quickly shifted subjects. “JJ just had his lunch. We went to the Bojangles and then I made him some of my strawberry shortcake with the fresh biscuits I like, not that store-bought sponge cake crap that’s no good for nothin’. He ate it right up.”
“’ Course he did, Ma. You just loaded him
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