Page 15 of Be-Leaf in Love

“Monster-a.” Violet grabs my shopping list notepad and starts sketching. “You’ve seen these, with the holes in the leaves?”

“Those are natural? I always thought someone had decided to cut the leaves with scissors.”

Violet spins into my arms while laughing, and I hold her tightly against me. Our mouths gravitate to each other, meeting in a slow, sultry kiss. We’re completely alone. The possibilities are endless. I hope that doesn’t make her nervous.

“When I suggested you stay over tonight,” I begin, “I really would be thrilled to simply hold you close all night. I don’t want you to think for a second that I’m trying to rush things.”

Violet looks up at me, stroking the side of my face with her soft palm. “Really? Because I was thinking… Maybe we could play it by ear and see what happens.” From the way her eyes blaze, I know precisely what she means.

Thank goodness. Keeping my hands to myself has been almost impossible. Our bodies press together as we lean in, losing ourselves in this perfect, breathless moment. Her lips are so soft, her warm mouth so eager as the kiss deepens until I have Violet caged against the wall.

“Tell me which room we’re heading for,” I rasp.

“Bedroom.”

Scooping her into my arms, I carry Violet upstairs, alternating between kissing her lips and the hollow of her throat. At the end of the hall, I nudge the bedroom door open with my foot, then gently lay her across the bed.

She sits up, looking around. “Wow. Your house really is gorgeous.”

I sit beside her, running my hand down her back. “Only because you’re here.”

She leans forward, already reaching for me until we’re kissing again. Her hands gently cup my neck, pulling me closer to lie beside her. Her mouth is as hungry as mine, our lips moving firmly. Possessively.

A deep shudder runs through me. I’ve been lonely for so long. I’ve needed a bright light like Violet in my life and didn’t even realize it. How much have I missed while devoting every waking hour to work?

I swear, I’m going to make the most of every moment with Violet, forever. Yes, I’m already thinking in terms like that.

The room blurs around us when my hand reaches under her sweater to discover she’s not wearing a bra, just a silky tank top.

Her faint peach scent wraps around me as I nuzzle her throat, my mouth moving across her delicious skin as she moans in my arms. Her nipples are already tight as I stroke gently, caressing her gorgeous, smooth skin.

Violet tries to undo my shirt, but I only allow her one button before I shift, moving to the center of the bed and dragging her with me. My palms push up her sweater and she lifts her arms, allowing me to peel it off and fling it across the room. Then my fingers hook into her leggings and underwear together. I wait for her eager smile and nod before pulling them slowly down her legs. She’s left in nothing but a green silky camisole, looking like an old-fashioned pinup.

My deepest instincts take over. I spread her thighs and bury my face between them as if I’d been waiting for a thousand years. Violet is delicious and so wet for me. Already giving me every signal that she’s as far gone as I am.

When it comes to investments, it’s important to run the numbers. This is a very different kind of equation.

Complete infatuation plus physical desire plus obsession with my beautiful girl equals only one possible outcome.

We belong together.

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VIOLET

This feels so real.

The air is cool against my bare skin, which is actually nice since my core is so overheated. My hips shift, my entire body overwhelmed by the sensation of Jack’s tongue gliding through my pussy. His fingertips move gently over my skin as if studying me. When his tongue drifts slowly around my oversensitive button, my fingers grip at his collar.

I adore the way he pins my squirming hips down with one hand and drags me to the center of the bed. He’s gentle but he’s still manhandling me, which is something I had no idea that I desired.

Guess I do.

My fingers thread into his hair, holding his face against me as he licks, sucks and devours my eager flesh. Every soft burn of his stubble against my inner thighs makes my lower belly quiver.

This is the most intimate moment of my life, and I’m so far gone I don’t even try to stifle my long, low whimpers. Every single one causes Jack’s eyes to blaze even more. He growls, plunging his tongue inside me, his thumb fluttering across my clit while I tremble.

Wow. He’sreallygood at this. It’s as if he instinctively knows everything I need before I do.

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