Animal Instincts [The Andersons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Marie Jermy Page B

He dropped ‘Junior’ some years ago. That’s when the fun began.” She took another swallow of coffee. “Ross lives in New York, so apart from him, you’ll meet the rest of my family tomorrow at the town’s centenary celebrations. You will be going, won’t you?”
    He nodded. “Try and stop me. Might be a good business opportunity. You know, meet our regular clients, obtain new ones.”
    Ramona snorted. “What, with the alcohol flowing? You’d be lucky. Though, I s’pose I could show you off as the new kid on the block.”
    “‘The new kid on the block?’” Rex repeated. “Kid? Me?” Decidedly pissed and totally forgetting about his cock, extremely stiff and threatening to “blow,” he stood and swept his hands down his body. “Ramona, do I look like a kid?”
    “No. You look like a man.”
    Ramona’s comment only made Rex want her more. But while his cock shouted “Come over here and blow me,” his head wisely told him to sit down and continue with their conversation. He could do that, couldn’t he? Of course he could. His control was like his cock—stiff.
     
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    At least her face didn’t flame, but Ramona still slapped a hand over her mouth at her words. She sounded so… so… desperate. For him. That was new. She’d never been desperate for a man in her entire life. She would have entertained the idea if Rex’s mouth wasn’t hitching into that smug smile as he sat down again, nonchalantly drinking his coffee as if he wasn’t the least bit aware of the family-sized wigwam in his jeans.
    She liked giving oral. It was a specialty of hers… Crap! She attempted to push it aside, but on her knees in front of him, blowing him, swallowing his hot cum, was an image that refused to budge.
    She glanced at her watch. 8:05. Too early for bed. But then again, if she stayed, she might be tempted to wipe that smug smile from Rex’s face by kissing him, which would definitely lead to blowing him and jumping his bones. And on both acts that was so not smart.
    And if Ramona kept reminding herself of that, it might put a halt to wishing Rex’s fingers were on her breasts, in her pussy, and not curled around his mug as though his life depended on it.
    She finished her own coffee and made a play of yawning loudly as she got to her feet. “Time for bed.”
    “But it’s only just gone eight.”
    Did he have to point that out? “I need my beauty sleep. Besides, tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.” But not as long as tonight’s gonna be, she grimly suspected as she made her way upstairs.
    Once changed into her pajamas and in bed, Ramona pulled the sheet up to her chin. She closed her eyes, but images of Rex, tantalizing fingers and a huge rock-hard cock planted first in her mouth and then inside her pussy, driving her crazy with equally hard thrusts, plagued her mind, stalling sleep for many hours.
    It definitely was a long night.

Chapter 5
     
    “Is that Rex Latimer? He looks nice. And so tall.”
    Ramona listened to Samantha’s first appraisal of Rex, before glancing in his direction. Leaning casually against the wooden railing outside Rustlers Bar, dressed in the same snug-fitting faded jeans from the night before, but this time teamed with a casual navy blue V-neck sweater, his attention not fixed on anything in particular, the words “nice” and “tall” wasn’t quite how she would describe him.
    Tempting.
    Blowable.
    Jumpable.
    Smug. Emphasis on the…
    “And dare I say it, a very kissable mouth.”
    …Kissable mouth. Argh! Emphasis on the “smug.” “Haven’t noticed.” Ramona ignored her sister’s knowing smile. “Where is Mark with those drinks? I’m dying of thirst here.”
    Darkness had descended, yet with strings of multicolored lanterns hanging from every building, Main Street was lit up like the Las Vegas Strip. Music was provided by a live band, and with the constant laughter and chatter of the large volume of people milling around, it created a real party