Page 64 of A Little Naughty

A proud smile curls her lips, and she tilts her head to the side. “But you weren’t like that. You wanted to be something better?”

My stomach tightens, and I inhale, wiping my hand across my mouth. “Betterfeels like a loaded term. I’d rather say, I didn’t want to live like that.”

“Okay.” She makes a note on her phone.

I bend my knees, sitting on the cool grass. She walks over and sits beside me with her legs crossed.

“For someone who just started hunting, you look like a pro. You’ve got all your gear, the rope, that knife… I didn’t know you could hunt with a Glock.”

“You can hunt with any kind of gun, Jemima.”

“You’re a great shot, too. You dropped that pig just like that.” She snaps, her eyes shining.

“It was pretty close range.”

“And you knew exactly where he’d be.”

“I got lucky.” Crossing my legs, I move closer so our hands are almost touching. “I’d been scouting around for signs of them. Since I shot one on our property, they’ve moved away. Like you said, pigs are smart.”

“So it was a little more than luck. You had a hunch. A feeling like before—with the sunset.”

That makes me smile. “I’m batting a thousand.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means all my attempts to impress you have been successful.”

Her head cocks, and she smiles up at me. “Extremely successful, Mr. Jones. In fact, I’d say you were batting three million.”

I reach for her waist and pull her onto my lap. Her knees go down on each side of me, and I kiss the side of her neck. “You’re a pretty good hunting partner.”

She pulls the hat off her head and drags her fingers through her hair. “Is it a mess?”

I reach up to slide a stray curl off her cheek and behind her ear. “It’s beautiful.”

Her arms are on top of my shoulders, and she leans down to press her lips to mine. Our mouths open, and for a minute we make out like a couple of kids on a first date. She holds my cheeks, and I hold her waist. Our tongues curl together, and she exhales a sigh.

My eyes are closed, and my sole focus is her sweet mouth, the softness of her body pressed to mine. My hands move under her shirt, tracing the warm skin of her back, and she shivers, exhaling a laugh against my cheek.

“Are you ticklish?” I grin, meeting her eyes.

She shakes her head. “I never was before. I think I’m sensitive to your touch.”

I unfasten her bra and move my hands around to cup her breasts. “How’s this?”

“Mmm…” She leans forward, nibbling my top lip. “Very nice.”

Lifting my chin, I claim her mouth, tracing my tongue along hers and shifting her body so she can feel the erection growing in my pants. I pinch her hard nipples, and she exhales a moan, rocking her hips against me, making me want more.

My hands move to her ass, and I squeeze her soft cheeks, sliding her faster up and down my dick. Her eyes are closed, and she grips the tops of my shoulders, moving with me, grinding on my lap.

“Do you think anyone would see us if we…?” She looks around, and I’m already unbuttoning my jeans.

“Nobody’s out here.”

She stands at once, shoving her black leggings down and off, along with her underwear. She steps to me, and I catch her legs, holding her in place so I can drag my tongue between them, circling her clit and tasting her.

“Oh,” she yelps, catching the back of my head. “I’m so close.”

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