Page 163 of Snap Shot

I throw a pillow at him and hold one over my head until sleep takes me under.

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Six hours on a plane with these buffoons would kill any normal person. I love the dopes, but between Fletch kicking our asses in poker round-after-round, Wade belting out the most horrific, incorrect lyrics about wet ass pussy, and Olsen loudly scratching his balls every five minutes, it’s enough to have me committed.

The second my feet hit the tarmac, I hoist the gear bag over my shoulder and book it to the Rover. I've never been so excited to see Indi and despite it being seventeen degrees out and the AC blasts on high, I'm sweating like a pig in summer. I park, then wipe a handkerchief down my face before taking a few deep breaths and getting out of the car.

No receptionist greets me. I weave through the unoccupied desks to get to Indi's door, knocking three times before throwing it open and shutting it behind me. She spins around from her desk and gasps, dropping the phone in hand to the floor, then relaxes her surprise into a coy smile. “Hey.”

My love stands in front of her desk wearing the tightest fucking black dress. It fits like a glove, highlighting every beautiful curve. Breathless, I clutch my chest, then fall to my hands and knees.

Her eyes go round, widening with concern. “Oh, God. What's wrong?” Indi hurries toward me.

I hold up a hand, lips twitching to suppress a smile. “I'll be okay. I'll be okay.”

She manic-searches my shoulders with her hands. “What's happening?”

“You, inthat…” Air whines through my wheeze.“You can’t wear this dress and look likethatand expect menotto go weak in the knees.”

Indi smacks my arm and rolls her eyes. She straightens to cross her arms across her chest and curses under her breath.

I scoot forward on my knees in quick succession. “And now I'm on my knees.For you.”

“Super cheesy.”

“You like cheese. And you're already standing.” I study her from the ankles up, until my impish grin meets her unimpressed gaze. “Might as well take advantage.”

She smirks and peeks at her wristwatch. “I guess I have ten minutes.”

“You know I'll only need five.”

“You're relentless.” Indi cups my cheek. “Did you come here straight from the airport?”

I kiss the warm surface of her palm, scraping my grown-out stubble against it. “Yep. Tell me how much you missed me again.”

Her face lights up with a smile before she helps me to my feet. Long arms circle my neck in an embrace, letting me do the same over the stiff fabric. It's not the only thing stiff against her hips. “The chocolate bar said, 'I Miss Your Cock', and it was for a customer.”

I move my mouth up her collarbone. “You smell fucking amazing.” Like home.“I could eat you up.”

“Is that so? You don't want to make good on that threat about shoving yourself down my throat?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

She turns us, guiding me backward around her desk until the backs of my knees hit the seat of her chair. I drop into it.

“No one's out there, right?” The pink tip of her tongue wets her full lips.

I nod rapidly.

“I've always wanted to do this.” Indi ducks under the desk and pulls me toward her. Her hands skate over the inseam of my suit slacks, fingers tracing the bulge against my thigh.

My grip on the armrests clenches. The button and zipper melt under her touch, my overeager dick as wet as I imagine she is. She reaches under the elastic waist of my boxer briefs to stroke and pump me, spreading pre-cum before exposing me to her warm mouth.

“My dirty fucking girl,” I groan as she suctions around me.

When she gags, I can't help but throw my head back. Sweat resurfaces, a fresh trail dripping between my pecs and downward. The chair squeaks with every bob, taking me closer and closer to the brink.

Wood slams against the wall. “Why is it that I'm always halfway home before realizing that I forgot—”

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