Page 84 of S.O.S. Perk

“My sisters will be calling soon, too,” she revealed.

“Because…?” His stomach roiled and he groaned “You don’t subsidize them, too, do you?”

Sloane shook her head. “Nope. They’re self-supporting. They just call to say hi and bitch about gettingtheirsemi-annual call from Mom.”

“She hits them up, too?”

“Yes, but they don’t fall for it. They didn’t live with her long enough to consider that she’s their responsibility.”

Perk frowned. “I’m sensing an addendum coming.”

Sloane sighed. “Yeah. Theydothink if they convince me to be more generous; give her a larger sum, then maybe she won’t bother them.”

“Cripes, Sloane. I thought my family had problems, but yours blow mine away.” He ran a hand over his face. “At least the things my relatives do are from what they perceive is a place of love.”

Now Sloane gave him a real grin. “Good. We’ll see how much of that fucked-upedness they have left once I’m finished with them,” she teased.

Perk bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. “They’re going to love you, you know. They’re going to be over the moon that I’ve found an…older woman,” he said impishly. “One who can point my life in the right direction.”

Sloane slugged him in the chest, just as he’d anticipated.

“Yeah, well, if the direction they’re talking about is getting you into their world of finance,” she snorted, “they’re barking up the wrong tree. I happen to like my men in a profession where they’re active with their bodies, and goodundercover.” She slipped her hand beneath the blankets again and gave his cock a loving squeeze.

“That’s undercovers,” Perk mock-growled. “And it’s the second time you’ve tried to distract me. I’d take this time to school you on how you should respond to your sisters when they call, but two can play at your diversion game.” Diving down between the flannel sheets he sucked Sloane’s perky nipple into his mouth, tonguing it with intent.

“Perk,” Sloane whined, writhing under his orchestrations.

“Mmm?” he hummed, not letting go of his eager prize.

“My present?” she choked out.

He popped off. “Oh, yeah.” Perk emerged with a grin. “That. You haven’t opened it yet.”

They both sat up in bed.

“Hold that thought.” Perk raised a finger. “I need to add a few logs to the fire.”

He’d stoked it several times during the night as it had grown colder, but it was dying down again to a point where it was a little chillier in the yurt than he liked.

Sloane narrowed her eyes as he got out of bed, crossing her arms over her pretty chest. “You’re just drawing this out on purpose.”

He grinned but didn’t answer, walking over to bend and retrieve a few logs from the hearth where they were stacked.

Sloane snickered. “It’s a good thing you’re giving me a nice view, or I might actually be mad.”

Perk wiggled his hips, tightened his glutes, and after putting the logs in the stove, gave a slow, full back stretch with his hands over his head.

“Now you’re just showing off,” she laughed.

He turned and grinned, then ran and launched himself back onto the mattress, making Sloane squeal as he gathered her up and proceeded to nuzzle her face, neck, and chest with his now cold nose.

“No, no, no,” she howled, pushing him away. “I want to see what Santa Claus brought me.”

“Ho, ho, ho,” Perk rhymed, raising himself into a sitting position. He dragged Sloane across him and placed her solidly on his lap. “Does Santa have a nice present for you?”

She wiggled on his very erect penis. “I’m pretty sure he has more than one,” she quipped, “but I’ll save this baby for later. Time is ticking, and we’re supposed to be at your mother’s for breakfast in exactly one hour.”

“Spoilsport,” Perk pouted, then brightened. “So, are you going to open it?” He dug around to where the box had fallen between their pillows, offering it to her again. “No more distractions?”

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