Page 157 of Holiday Hire

I use the back of my wrist to wipe a tear off my cheek. "I've never heard anyone describe lassoing like that. It's cute."

"I can think of other cute things to do to you if you want," she teases.

My cock hardens again. "Really? Like what?"

She glances down with a smirk, revealing, "Like that thing I do to your stallion with my tongue."

My dick throbs. I groan, asserting, "You're not allowed to talk about that unless you're going to do it."

She gives me an innocent look and says, "Oh? Who said I wasn't going to do it later?"

I scream "yes!" inside my head. I love it when Phoebe gives me blow jobs. Everything about it is super intense. She always knows exactly how to lick and suck and tease me until I'm begging her and holding her head down over me.

I don't think I've ever been with a woman who makes me feel how she does when she sucks my dick. It only took her one timeto learn how to take all of me in, which is another thing women normally struggle with, so I inform her, "You get extra stars for that trick."

"Okay, back to work! Get your head out of the gutter," she orders.

"Then you do your job," I retort, pointing to the ceiling.

"Yes, sir." She wiggles her ass in front of me, and I smack it. She yelps, then states, "I'm returning to the painting now. No funny business."

"I'll behave," I say, and watch her create another perfect line between the wall and the ceiling.

It takes us a half hour to make our way around the room. Then we go to the kitchen and eat a sandwich for lunch. We go back into the room and paint another coat. When we finish, we stand back, staring at the walls.

I take another glance around the room. "This looks great."

"Agreed," she chirps.

I snap my fingers. "Hold on, I have something for you."

"What do you mean?"

"I have something for you. Just wait," I insist and then go into my bedroom. I step into the closet and pull out a metal piece of art I found in town. It's an infinity sign with hearts threaded through it. I take it into the bedroom and hand it to her. "This is for you."

Her eyes widen. She holds it out in front of her. "How did you find this?"

"Ace told me it's something you love. I saw it in town, so I got it for you," I tell her, even though I searched online for days looking for it. I don't know why I don't want to tell her that, but I stick to my little fib.

"Alexander, this is... Wow," she says, staring at it again.

"So you like it?"

She scoffs. "Like it? Are you kidding me? This is my favorite metalsmith. I saw this piece online, and Ace asked me about it. But..." She stares at me.

"What?" I question.

"This was in town?"

I nod, lying again. "Yeah."

She peers at me closer. "Where?"

I chuckle. "None of your business. Do you like it?"

"No, I love it! But this is too much!" she declares.

I wave my hand in front of her. "No, it's not. Now, where should we put it?"

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