Page 54 of In a Pinch

His eyes snap back to mine. “You know, I think I would work a lot more efficiently tonight if you wore this as a uniform.” He wags his eyebrows at me, and I find myself wanting to rise to the challenge.

Do I have the lady balls for this? I definitelyused tohave the balls for this.

You know what? Fuck it. I am Adeline Hunter, and I am a bad bitch.

Stripping my shirt over my head, I reach my hand out and ask him to hand it over. His face instantly changes and his eyes land right on the girls. Thank God I wore my good bra today. He denies handing me over the lingerie. Instead, he crawls to me, closing the gap. Holy shit, seeing him on his hands and knees crawling to me…

Once he reaches me, he sits down and wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me forward until I straddle him. Both our breaths have quickened. As I sit, I feel his bulge between my legs. Losing myself in the moment, I rock my hips, creating the slightest bit of the most delicious friction I’ve ever felt.

“Damn it, Addie. You’re killing me.” His lips quickly find mine, and fuck, this feels good. Melting into his touch, I twine my fingers through his hair. “You want this, right?” His question comes out as more of a plea.

I’m not sure as to what he is referring to, but I’m quickly learning, when it comes to Sam, I want it all. “Yes.”

Before the word is even all the way out, he slides his hands down to my ass and has us up and making our way to the bed. Thank God this damn thing was delivered early.

We land on the bed with a soft thud, and his lips quickly find mine. In a desperate attempt to feel him closer, I reach for the hem over his shirt to pull it up. He props himself up on his knees as he finishes the job I started. My eyes feast on the beast that is Sam. Shit, how does a man who works around food for a living have a body like this? His abs are carved all the way down, making a V shape just before his jeans.

Sam moves to hover over me, and my hands greedily roam his body, feeling every inch of him. His lips slowly move from mine, down, down, down. The tickle of his scruff sends a wave of goosebumps over my skin, making me even more sensitive to his touch. His palm roams down my body, finding its mark. He grinds his hand across my pussy and my hips buck up.

“Eager little thing, are you?” His hooded eyes meet mine and the hunger in them makes my pussy drip. My lady bits are feeling a bit needy and are begging for us to hurry this part along.

“Yes. Now, take your clothes off. And mine, while you’re at it.”

Just when I think the man can’t get any hotter, he whips his belt off in the smoothest manner I’ve ever seen. Realizing I’m wasting precious time gawking, I unbutton my pants. Sam’s hand clamps over mine and pushes it to the side.

“That’s my job.” My mouth falls open at the heat behind his request. He will find no arguments here.

He unbuttons and slides my pants over my hips, until they hit the floor. He looks so much bigger this way, and his curly hair hangs over his eyes, tempting me to run my hands through it as he leans forward. His hand roams until it finds the lining of my lace panties. When his hand slips between my legs, a gasp tumbles out of my lips.

“You like that?”

Unable to find words, I nod eagerly. His fingers begin to work their way around me.

“You’re so wet for me already.” His thumb finds my clit and begins to rub small circles. The pleasure building becomes too much, and I close my eyes.

“Uh-uh. Eyes on me, Shortcake. I want to see them roll when you come for me for the first time.”

Holy shit. His words have almost as much effect on me as his fingers. I have never once in my life finished with just fingers. Aside from my own, that is. It seems things are going to change today.

My hands grip the sheets as I fight to keep my eyes open. I can feel my gaze become heavy as I get closer and closer to falling over the edge.

“Yes. Sam, more.”

He lets out a groan and slides an additional finger through me, picking up the pace. Damn, if he is this good with his hands, what is he like with his dick?

I lose the battle of keeping my eyes open as complete and utter bliss racks through my body. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” My head gets thrown back and I can feel myself clench down on his fingers.

When my eyes finally open, I see him slip each finger into his mouth, one by one. “Damn, Shortcake, you’re even sweeter than I thought you’d be.”

Holy crap on a cracker, that is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. A half whine leaves my lips without my permission at the sight of it.

His smile becomes sinister at the sound. He is so freaking pretty, it almost hurts. I’m kicking myself for having put this off because I thought he was a douche. It turns out, he’s the opposite, and working with his hands has really paid off. Like, holy crap. Did he take a class on how to get a girl off in under thirty seconds or something?

My rambling thoughts turn off when I see him drop his pants. If the large freaking tent in his crotch is any indication, his fingers will soon be my second favorite part of him.

“Because I had noble intentions coming here today, I didn’t come prepared in the protection department. I need to go grab one of yours from your special box. I should see if there is anything else exciting while I’m gone.” He shoots me a wink and I can’t help but laugh. “Catch your breath. I’ll be back in a sec.” He gives me a quick peck before bouncing off the bed.

“You might want to check the expiration dates!” I holler after him. He struts to hunt down the box of condoms and I can’t help but stare at his ass. Honestly, his ass is probably better than mine.

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