Page 6 of Just in January

Nodding, I take a bite and say, “Yep.”

“Well, that’s fitting. I want you to know, January, that what happened last night won’t happen again. I mean it.”

The way my name rolls off his lips gives me goosebumps. I find my plate quite fascinating as I say, “That’s a shame.”

He chokes on his bacon and coughs into his juice as he tries to chug a drink. “W-what did you just say?”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as they stare at his pouch, broad chest, then his wide shoulders. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, just visible under his beard. By the time I reach his serious brown eyes, I am almost regretting being so forward. What if he rejects me?

“I said, um, I didn’t mind, and maybe I could help you.”

He drops his fork and knife with a clang onto the table, but they bounce onto the floor. “What do you mean,helpme?”

“Well… I just thought since I’m helping around the inn that I could help you in other ways. Maybe in ways you need a woman to.”

His fingers extend toward me, but just out of reach of my arm. “January, no. That’s not what you’re here for, and I’m your boss. This is already messy enough. IknewI should have grabbed one of those ski punks for this.”

Making the first move, I stand and scoot closer to him. He sits back in his chair with a creak and I sit on his thigh, then let my fingers feel the softness of his beard. His T-shirt stretcheswith his held breath. “I think it can work both ways. You teach me stuff and I help you around here.”

“Snowflake…” There’s a crass warning in his tone, but his big palm plants on my hip and doesn’t push me away. “I can’t resist you. If you’re this close, you better understand what you’re doing. And what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I don’t. I don’t know what I’m doing. So, tell me…”

Leaning forward, the scruffy hairs of his face tickle my neck as he growls, “I’m going to dirty that tight pussy up with my thick cock until you can’t even scream because I’ll fuck the air out of your lungs. You’ll be so filled with my come, from mouth to muff, that it’ll drip from your lipsalldaylong. You ever been fucked before, snowflake?”

My thighs are soaking wet from his harsh words, pulse pounding deep in my belly, where a tight need twists itself inside me. Shaking my head rapidly, I pant out, “No. I-I’ve never done anything.”

It’s loud. Forceful when he curses against my ear. His hand grips the back of my hair and yanks me from him before he gathers me onto his lap and shoves his lips against mine. He tastes like ice and steel, plus salty remnants of the breakfast I made for us.

A whimper escapes my lips in between surges of his vigorous tongue, and I naturally writhe against his waist, feeling that firmness right where I need it. My legs barely fit around his girth, but I ride him as best as I can. His deep groan vibrates my entire mouth and chest as he presses my body against his.

“Y-you’re gonna make me come in my pants again. Stop.” He pauses, then pushes his plate away on the table. “You want to learn, snowflake? Let me teach you. After I eat some breakfast…” With little effort, he picks me up and sets my ass on the table. “Lie back.” I do as he commands, and he unbuttons my jeans. Helping him, I slide them down until he peels them off my legs.

His big hands grip my ass and carry me to the edge and my knees naturally part for him, spreading wide. “What are you doing?” I’ve never had a guy go down on me before, and my clit tingles with his breath being just this close. I can’t imagine what it would feel like if his mouth were closer.

“I’m too big for you. We’ll take things slow. Besides, I’ll probably come in two seconds being inside your virgin pussy. Going to make this right for you. You need to decide if this is what you really want.”

Just as I start to sayI do, he lifts my core to his beard and shoves his wet lips onto mine between my legs. My back arches as I wail with pleasure. The feel of his sloppy tongue on my clit is one of the best sensations I’ve ever had. In between my moans, I hear his zipper lower, and his body shakes as his arm moves up and down. Leaning up, I try to get a glimpse of him, but can’t and his free hand plants me back down and pulls my hips closer to his face.

“Stay down. This is my favorite fucking meal. Your pussy is so ripe and juicy for me.” The heat from his words makes me shiver, but when he dips his firm tongue inside my hole, lightning shoots up my spine. “Mm, my snowflake is so tasty.”

My stomach clenches at his words.Hissnowflake? Am I his? I want to be…

Clamping my thighs around his ears, I hump his face. My skin burns as I rub his beard repeatedly, but as I get closer to orgasm, my legs hug him tighter to me. Then, I worry about him being able to breathe. “Sorry…”

I try to relax, but he lets his dick go and grips my ass, pulling me closer and says, “Fuck my face. If I pass out, just let me lie there with the memory of your sweet pussy on my lips.”

A giggle bubbles up from my belly as I thread my fingers through his hair. He resumes the strokes with his tongue. When he flicks my clit with the tip and adds a finger, I feel like I’mdone for. Pulsing his wet muscle against me, his deep chocolate eyes meet my gaze and we hold there until my inner muscles clench his finger. My eyes squint at the ecstasy rocking through my being as I scream, “Mr. Grant!”

“Oh, fuck!” My ass cheeks muffle his yell until I lurch forward and clasp my hands around the back of his neck. Huffing breaths, he stares at the mess he made on his lap, and I get a peek at the beast he’s unleashed from his pants. It’s enormous. But I’m too blitzed to be afraid.

“I-I’ll be right back.” He stands and heads toward the half-bath by the entryway as I find my jeans and tug them back on. Straightening up our mess, I fix my hair and pinch my lips between my thumb and finger, worried about how awkward it will be when he comes back.

When he does, he stands close to the door, eyeing me, but I smile and sit back down to resume my meal. He does the same, and we eat in silence for a long moment.

“Fine.” His grunt startles me.

Chewing the last of my biscuit, I lick up the crumbs to ask, “Fine, what?”

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