Page 79 of Time to Bounce

“I…” I began, but stopped when I felt his mouth on my pussy.

On.

My.

Pussy.

“Gable,” I gasped, my hands going to the floor to steady myself.

“Mmm,” he said as he went in for another lick.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” he asked.

“It feels like,” I moaned. “It feels like you’re doing something that you shouldn’t be doing since you just told me you’d be a few more minutes outside while you handled all of that.”

He took a few more languid licks of my pussy, once dipping inside to taste me fully, before he pulled back.

After squeezing my ass in his hands, he said, “You’re right.”

Then the asshole started heading for the door.

I stared at his back in disbelief. “You did not just do that.”

He winked at me over his shoulder before reaching the door and slowly opening it.

I squeaked and backed away, hiding myself mostly by the hallway wall before calling out to him.

“I’ll bet your parents change the subject when someone asks about you,” I snarled.

Gable’s mouth twitched, and I wanted to punch him right in the smirk he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding.

“Be ready to go in fifteen minutes, darlin’,” he ordered, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants before heading out the door.

I moaned and clenched my thighs together.

Then a slow smile lit my mouth.

If he wanted to fight dirty, then two could play.

Going to the back of my closet, I pulled out the one black dress I never wore because I always felt like it was a bit too revealing.

A bra wouldn’t be happening because it was too tight—not to mention there wasn’t any fabric to hide the straps. Plus, if I had any clothing on underneath, you could definitely see the indentions in my fat from the underwear lines. And we couldn’t have that, could we?

Once I was dressed, I went to the bathroom and pulled my hair up in a sleek, high ponytail. I put on mascara, some sparkly eyeshadow that complemented my eyes, and some eyeliner.

The last touch was to take my iWatch off and put an actual, non-smart watch on instead. If Gable was going to take me out on a date, I was going to give him my full attention.

Once done, I smoothed on some lip gloss, then went to the bedroom to find my black heels.

Dressed, I picked up my phone and purse from the counter, locked all the doors, and headed outside.

I surreptitiously watched, shoulder leaning against the post, as Gable did his thing.

He looked so sexy and capable.

Him in his black tactical pants, black boots, and black polo that had DPD on the left breast.

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