Page 55 of The Naughty Elf

She finds the front of my shirt with her fingertips, undoing buttons on her way up. I enjoy the process, feeling the touch of her knuckles along my stomach and chest until she’s got it open. Then, her hands spread across my skin, and I want her touch tattooed across me.

I lower myself between her still-bare thighs, and her hands smooth around to my back as I kiss her. Fuck, I want all of her skin, too.

She lifts her arms for me as I drag her shirt up, and that skimpy, sheer bra of hers has my heart racing. My mouth waters. Dropping, I suck her breast into my mouth, bra be damned. Her nipple perks up under my tongue, and Ginger cries out, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I grind into her, unable to help myself, as I pull the straps of her bra down so that I can surround that beautiful round of flesh with my mouth. Her moan is immediate, and I lose myself in playing with breasts, sucking, licking, rubbing, squeezing. And Ginger writhes under me, making the sexiest noises imaginable.

By the time I retreat, Ginger is breathing hard and pink-cheeked. She tears at my pants, and the aggressive move makes me nearly growl at her.

She’s so responsive, so willing to take an onslaught and keep going. The smallest taste of her at the carnival was only the tip of the iceberg. I’m so fucking hungry for her. Starving.

She doesn’t hesitate, lifting her hips to rub herself against me. Her heels push my jeans further off my ass as I’m engulfedin her heat. A few thrusts slide us together, then she catches me, and the slide fully inside of her is life-changing.

It’s like coming home. I don’t want to be anywhere else.

God, the noises she makes have my head falling down next to hers. We rock together, slow but hard, and I think of the memory of making her come that second time against the side of that brick building.

How many orgasms can I give her before she has her fill? I promise myself to find out one day.

It won’t be today, however.

We don’t have nearly enough time. Instead, I wrap myself up in her and drive us together with her help. She’s so receptive. So giving.

I meet her fiery gaze, loving it more every time I contend with it. Brushing a stray lock from her cheek, I plant soft kisses across her mouth, whispering about how magnificent she is. I want to be sure she knows.

Her hands roam my body, her hips pumping against mine until we’re thrown into the heights of pleasure. The magic of her back arching and mouth falling open gives me a front-row seat to the way bliss rolls through her.

I employ my strength, pounding myself into her as she clamps down on me. Fuck, she’s soaking, and I can’t stop.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her pleasure spiking and holding…drawing out. Fuck, yes.

I don’t stand a chance, not with the way she grips me. A breathy grunt escapes me, and her hand twists in my hair, watching me like I watched her as we ride to the end.

The universe blitzes out as I fill her, pumping my seed into her. The smallest thought at the back of my head is the loudest. I want this to go somewhere. Want to watch her swell with my baby. Want her to be my everything.

After she recovers in my arms, we dress, and I drive her home, walking her to the door.

Another long, lingering kiss knocks heat into me—the kind of burning that can only be extinguished by another round of fun.

“I had a good time,” Ginger says against my mouth, her hands gliding down the front of me. “We should do it again sometime.”

As she closes the door behind her, I sit in my truck and rub my chest. I’m already in love with her. Have been since the moment she stepped onto the site for the first time.

And I’m just realizing it now.

Fuck.

24

GINGER

I’ve been sneaking around with all three men on the job, and so far, no one seems to suspect, and if they do, they’re keeping it under wraps. Honestly, I cannot keep my excitement to be near them tucked away most of the time.

We’ve found some decent nooks and corners to hide away in—for a make-out session, a quick hand job or fingering, or the occasional quickie.

The skirts I prefer come in handy.

I’ve just returned from delivering treats to the guys after checking in with the girls. A few extras are left for the guys who are out on a material run.

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