Page 101 of Snared

Fuck. My cock was on board with that idea.

“Nice catch-up with your sister?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her as she walked toward me. I took another sip of my scotch.

“Yes. Thank you for getting her here. It was exactly what I needed.” She stopped in front of me. I tilted my head back to look into her eyes.

I should’ve stood up. Taken her into my arms. But I wanted to see what she would do.

“Anything for you,” I said sincerely.

Her lips parted softly.

“Josh,” she whispered.

I set down my glass and looped my thumb in one of the belt loops on her jeans, drawing her closer. I was tired of waiting.

“Charlie.” My heart raced as her pupils grew. It took everything in me not to look at her chest and watch her breasts press against her shirt with every indrawn breath.

Her body swayed toward me as I ran my thumb along the sliver of skin above her waistband. “We never finished what we started in that dressing room.”

I smirked. “Pretty sure you finished.”

She quirked a brow at me, and a smile spread across those lips I ached to taste.

“Yes. I guess I did.” She sank to her knees between my spread thighs.

My cock punched against the zipper of my pants.

“Charlie,” I gritted out when her fingers traced along my zipper and applied pressure to my cock.

“Yes, Josh,” she said, calm-as-she-pleased, as she sat back on her heels.

“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked, my body tense.

Her hands slipped under my shirt, scraping along my skin as she rose up slightly and pressed a kiss to the center of my chest.

I took in a harsh breath, willing myself to hold steady. I was dying to see what she would do next, but I wouldn’t take control. I wanted her to have it.

“Maybe a little,” she said, lifting my shirt up.

I gripped it and yanked it off, tossing it across the room.

“Impatient?” she asked.

I groaned. “You have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good one since I’ve been dying for more of you since I walked out of that dressing room before the show.” She trailed her hands back down my chest.

My stomach muscles clenched as she leaned in and tugged at my nipple with her teeth.

“Fuck, Charlie.”

“We’ll get to that soon, I promise,” she murmured against my skin before she licked my other nipple.

My fingers moved to her hair, finally pulling it free from the hairband. It fell like silk against my skin as she nipped all over my chest, her tongue soothing each spot along the way.

I sank a hand into her soft strands, holding her to me, but I resisted the urge to guide her mouth down to where I needed her most.

When her fingers skimmed along my waistband, I held my breath. And when she cupped my cock and squeezed over my pants, I slumped back in the chair, my eyes still on her.

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