Page 115 of Old Habits

I pinch two fingers together. “Just a little one?”

“You already got something, didn’t you?”

“Kind of.”

She sighs. “Fine. What is it?”

“I’m not telling.” I kiss her neck and she tilts away from it.

“No, no. Tell me. I want to know.”

“Nope.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her back. “Not until the fourteenth.”

“Oh, come on,” she begs. “If you don’t tell me now, I’ll just tear this place apart while you’re at work until I find it.”

“Sure, you could,” I say, sliding my lips along her collarbone, “but it’s not even here so you’ll be looking for a very… long… time.”

“Where is it?”

I laugh as I kiss between her breasts. “I’m not telling.”

“Well, could you at least tell me a price range so I know what to get you?”

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

She scoffs. “Oh, that’s not fair.”

“I don’t want anything,” I say, pushing back up to her lips. “This year, my gift is you.”

“That’s just code for extra blowjobs.”

“That’s perfect.” I kiss her. “Thank you, baby. I love it.”

She slaps my forehead. “Shut the fuck up.”

I fall back to her waist as she spreads her legs. “Yes, ma’am.”

Jovie moans softly the moment my tongue touches her inner thigh. I lower to my stomach, easing into place between them while I lick my lips. Her scent fills my nose and I yield to being nothing more than a slave to her pleasures until she sees fit to dismiss me.

“Will…”

I glance up as her breasts heave and her back arches. This view. It’s always been my favorite with her squirming hips and her pink cheeks. The way her belly tightens and her thighs tremble against my shoulders. I don’t stop. I penetrate her to moisten my tongue before attacking her clit, tracing firm and fast circles around it the way I know she likes it.

She whimpers, quickly nearing climax. I retreat my tongue back, sliding it down to her inner folds, and wait for that disappointing twitch in her eyes. She bites her lip and squints right on schedule as she takes a calming breath away from the edge. I slowly count to three in my head, giving the wave enough time to settle down before creeping back up to her tender bud again.

A sweat breaks along her brow. Every breath rattles her body from the inside out. She wants to come so badly but I won’t let her do it. Not until she begs me for it.

Jovie Ross. My Jovie.

And she knows it.

“Will,” she moans my name again. “Make me come.”

I reach up her body to feel her breasts and she grips my hands. Our fingers entwine even tighter with every purposeful move of my tongue. It hurts in all the right ways, fueling my desire until she lets out one final cry and releases me.

She falls away with closed eyes but her body still reacts to every touch and caress of my hands, whether she wills it or not. Goosebumps ravage her skin. Moans echo from her throat. Moisture drips from between her thighs.

I pull a condom from the drawer and fit it on, moving as fast as I can in desperate need to feel her tightness again. I rub the tip along her sensitive clit, drawing another breathy moan as she opens her eyes and smiles for me.

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