Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers
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"I'm not for sale you sonofabitch!"
I looked right at her. She was angry. But she had mistaken my meaning.
"I didn't say you were."
"Then what are you doing tipping like that?"
"I took up a seat in your section all night. Seemed fair."
She stared at me belligerently.
"Well, I'm not taking it."
"How about a twenty?"
"What are you, a cash machine?"
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her glorious, perfect, mind-bending chest. I pulled out a ten and a five.
"Fifteen?"
She yanked the money out of my hand so fast I got rug burn. Then she stomped off. The woman had a pair of legs on her. And she made good use of them.
I was whistling as I followed her back towards the base.
DEEP
Joanna Blake
Chapter Nine
Joss
I inhaled the scent of her as my fingers explored her. She felt like silk under my hands and lips. Soft, warm, willing silk.
More than willing. She was eager. If you had asked me I would have said she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
But that was impossible.
Still, she felt damn good. Better than good. Phenfuckingnominal.
A part of me was screaming that this was dangerous. Risky. Crazy. Wrong.
This was pure madness.
I kicked that voice down with the heel of my boot. I didn’t want to hear it right now. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was her mouth under mine, her silky hair brushing my skin, her warm body trembling in my arms.
We were hidden from view against the wall. Her soft sounds of pleasure spurred me on as I pushed myself against her. I wanted to absorb her. Mold her.
Devour her.
Our tongues danced with each other, tangling desperately. My cock was standing straight up. It wanted out.
It wanted in.
Her back arched as I cupped her breasts, moaning at the feel of her in my hand.
“Trista-“
“Don’t stop…”
I yanked my hand away. She reached for me but I shook my head, clenching my fists. I forced myself to step away.
“I apologize.”
She stared at me, her swollen lips open in surprise. I forced myself to look away before I kissed her again.
Because if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“That was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
“What?”
“You might do this sort of thing all the time but I don’t.”
“Do- what?”
She was blinking up at me, her gorgeous eyes shining in the darkness. I had a feeling she was on the verge on tears. I needed to push her over that edge. Make her hate me.
Then it would be easier to stay away from her. My voice was dripping with condescention.
“Seduce the help.”
She looked stunned, like I’d slapped her. Then she straightened up. Her hand dropped from my chest.
“Actually, I’ve never seduced anyone. Obviously I’m not any good at it.”
I watched in agony as she walked away. Every fiber of my being wanted to reach out and yank her back against me. I wanted to take her into the big bed in there and do things to her all night.
Instead I stood there, feeling like my body was burning up.
I waited until I heard everyone go to bed.
I waited.
The whole time her voice was echoing in my head.
What the hell did she mean she had never seduced anyone?
I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall.
Did she mean I was the first?
I moaned. The way she’d felt- so pure and perfect- I was starting to think she was the real deal. A good girl who worked hard at her job and just wanted to be kissed.
Her job just happened to be driving men wild with lust.
And she was way, way too good at it.
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