tight spaghetti strap stretch top. He
made a point of avoiding her and has barely seen her since his sister and her
family were there for the weekend.
“Why are you working so late?”
She startled, but continued with the
slow process of cleaning the mural.
“I am not much of a clock watcher.”
“I see, so you are not working
eighteen hours a day in the hope to be out of here in a few months’ time?”
“Even if I worked twenty hours a day
that would not be possible. Sorry to burst your bubble, honeybuns.”
He gritted his teeth and watched her
ass move seductively in time with the sweeping motion of her arm against the
wall. She had the most perfect ass, sweet and round, begging to be
touched. He swaggered closer.
“So, what happened with lover boy from
the museum, little painter girl?”
He saw her take a deep breath and her
arm stilled on the wall.
“He is not my lover boy.
Besides, he was too young for me.”
“Too young? I distinctly
remember witnessing you grabbing his shirt and kissing him.”
“That was … it’s none of your
business!”
“Are you saying you make it a habit to
flirt and kiss men when you’re out on the street?”
She swung around and gasped when she
nearly slammed into him, he stood so close. She lifted her head to glare
at him.
“I am not promiscuous!”
“No? So, you knew this guy then,
little painter girl?”
The anger simmered in the glitter in
her eyes and they narrowed.
“Now listen here and listen
well. I am tired of being called a little girl! I am going to lose
it if you don’t stop!”
“No offer to give me a demonstration
of the ‘working condition’ of your female parts this time?”
She nearly swallowed her tongue and
stepped back against the wall. His eyes slowly trailed down her body to
her toes and back up, only to hesitate on her breasts which tightened with the
first sweep of his eyes over them. His eyes met hers and he stepped into
her. His voice was hoarse and his hands singed her skin when his hands
locked around her waist to lift her higher against the wall. Her hands
fell on his shoulders.
“No, Callum! Put me down!”
“I rather prefer honey … without the
buns at the end. No, little painter girl … I think it is time for a
demonstration.”
He leaned down and his lips captured hers
in an immediate intimate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, drawing it
into his mouth and he allowed her no quarter. He kissed her so deeply and
so hard he pressed her head against the wall and she moaned. Her body
tingled all over, the blood in her veins felt as if it was boiling. His
lips hardened on hers and the intensity of the kiss increased. She gasped into
his mouth when he pressed his hard, fully erect shaft against her groin.
She felt his hands stroke over her
sides to slowly slip the straps of her top over her shoulders and down her
arms, baring her breasts. His mouth left her lips, he nuzzled her throat
and over her chest. He licked a slow circle around her one nipple, while
his other hand did the same with its twin. His hips pressed into hers
keeping her in place against the wall. Jenna’s hands closed over his
biceps and she clutched at him when his lips closed over her nipple and he
suckled it into his mouth. He pulled at it and suckled deeply. She
mewled and her nails dug into his muscles as he suckled harder. His
fingers closed around the other nipple to tweak and roll it between his
fingers.
“You … no … stop!”
He swopped to the other nipple and
drew just as deeply and greedily on it, with his fingers pinching the
other. She moaned loudly, her hips pushing against his hard shaft.
The sucking sensation on her nipple shot an arrow of need directly to her core.
He let her breast go with a pop and
covered her lips with his again. The kiss was wild, sensual and
hungry. He drew deeply from her honeyed recesses, their lips meshed
together. He pulled away panting and caught
made a point of avoiding her and has barely seen her since his sister and her
family were there for the weekend.
“Why are you working so late?”
She startled, but continued with the
slow process of cleaning the mural.
“I am not much of a clock watcher.”
“I see, so you are not working
eighteen hours a day in the hope to be out of here in a few months’ time?”
“Even if I worked twenty hours a day
that would not be possible. Sorry to burst your bubble, honeybuns.”
He gritted his teeth and watched her
ass move seductively in time with the sweeping motion of her arm against the
wall. She had the most perfect ass, sweet and round, begging to be
touched. He swaggered closer.
“So, what happened with lover boy from
the museum, little painter girl?”
He saw her take a deep breath and her
arm stilled on the wall.
“He is not my lover boy.
Besides, he was too young for me.”
“Too young? I distinctly
remember witnessing you grabbing his shirt and kissing him.”
“That was … it’s none of your
business!”
“Are you saying you make it a habit to
flirt and kiss men when you’re out on the street?”
She swung around and gasped when she
nearly slammed into him, he stood so close. She lifted her head to glare
at him.
“I am not promiscuous!”
“No? So, you knew this guy then,
little painter girl?”
The anger simmered in the glitter in
her eyes and they narrowed.
“Now listen here and listen
well. I am tired of being called a little girl! I am going to lose
it if you don’t stop!”
“No offer to give me a demonstration
of the ‘working condition’ of your female parts this time?”
She nearly swallowed her tongue and
stepped back against the wall. His eyes slowly trailed down her body to
her toes and back up, only to hesitate on her breasts which tightened with the
first sweep of his eyes over them. His eyes met hers and he stepped into
her. His voice was hoarse and his hands singed her skin when his hands
locked around her waist to lift her higher against the wall. Her hands
fell on his shoulders.
“No, Callum! Put me down!”
“I rather prefer honey … without the
buns at the end. No, little painter girl … I think it is time for a
demonstration.”
He leaned down and his lips captured hers
in an immediate intimate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, drawing it
into his mouth and he allowed her no quarter. He kissed her so deeply and
so hard he pressed her head against the wall and she moaned. Her body
tingled all over, the blood in her veins felt as if it was boiling. His
lips hardened on hers and the intensity of the kiss increased. She gasped into
his mouth when he pressed his hard, fully erect shaft against her groin.
She felt his hands stroke over her
sides to slowly slip the straps of her top over her shoulders and down her
arms, baring her breasts. His mouth left her lips, he nuzzled her throat
and over her chest. He licked a slow circle around her one nipple, while
his other hand did the same with its twin. His hips pressed into hers
keeping her in place against the wall. Jenna’s hands closed over his
biceps and she clutched at him when his lips closed over her nipple and he
suckled it into his mouth. He pulled at it and suckled deeply. She
mewled and her nails dug into his muscles as he suckled harder. His
fingers closed around the other nipple to tweak and roll it between his
fingers.
“You … no … stop!”
He swopped to the other nipple and
drew just as deeply and greedily on it, with his fingers pinching the
other. She moaned loudly, her hips pushing against his hard shaft.
The sucking sensation on her nipple shot an arrow of need directly to her core.
He let her breast go with a pop and
covered her lips with his again. The kiss was wild, sensual and
hungry. He drew deeply from her honeyed recesses, their lips meshed
together. He pulled away panting and caught
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