Page 37 of Blue Collar Hotties

My fingers feel clumsy as I wrap them around his girth, and my thumb and fingertips don’t touch. Heat pulses low in my belly, and I squirm against my heels. Seriously? I’m gonna fitthisinside me? How?

“Tug it,” Gabe grits out. “Work your hand up and down. Yeah, just like that. Don’t be shy about squeezing it, baby. Ah fuck, you feel good. Look at your pretty little hand on me. Can barely hold it, can you?”

Every filthy mutter from Gabe makes me feel so precious and pretty. Like confetti is showering me along with the builder’s low curses and grunts.

His boot scrapes against the floor. His legs go wider, stomach heaving, thigh muscles rigid beneath his jeans. I know because I touchallof him with my free hand, everything I can reach, stroking and exploring my new territory.

Gabe Dempsey ismine.I licked him, so he’s mine.

And I’m never gonna give him up. I’m gonna be his pretty good girl forever.

“What’s given you that wicked smile, huh, Lenore? Look at that. Look at your lips curving around me, baby. Shit. Yeah, suck me deeper. See how far you can go.”

Who needs experience with a man this chatty? Gabe is more than happy to boss me around, to tell me exactly what he likes, and me? Well, I’m desperate to deliver.

His weight is heavy on my tongue. Smooth and thick andright. I hum around it, hollowing my cheeks, and Gabe lets out a long, low groan. His fingers tighten in my hair.

And I’m not an idiot—I know what comes next, and I’m ready to swallow every drop—but Gabe pulls out so suddenly I tumble forward. Then he yanks me to my feet, too wound up to be gentle.

“Shit. Sorry, baby, I just—Christ, I need to get inside you. Can’t see straight, Lenore. Can’t fucking think. Take those pants off for me, will you?”

He’s dragging me by the elbow, backing up toward the sofa, walking awkwardly with his jeans undone.

I wait until he collapses back onto the cushions, green eyes so hazy, then I step between his spread knees. Kick my ballet flats off, one by one, and flick my own jeans button open. They’re clingy and black, high waisted with a big brass button, and Gabe watches hungrily as I peel them down my thighs.

“The thong, too. Get it all off, sweetheart.”

My heart hammers against my ribs as I obey. And god, I’m so slick and swollen down there already, I whimper as the fabric peels away. As it drops to my ankles, tangled and forgotten, and I kick it to one side.

Gabe is sprawled over his brown leather sofa, shirt half buttoned, cock out. His dark blond hair is messy, and his cheeks are pink—like he’s been slapped.

“Come here,” he says, so hoarse, and pats his own lap. I pause only to yank my fluffy sweater over my head—too freaking hot for that—and peel off my vest top and bra, flinging them blindly over my shoulder.

Then I climb onto Gabe Dempsey’s lap, wearing nothing but a smile.

Gabe

I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. Lenore’s climbing into my lap, completely goddamn bare, her dusky pink nipples hard and pointing at me like arrows. And she’s so small and tight, her little curves just begging to be cupped and squeezed, and she’s smiling at me like that, andChrist.

Nothing could have prepared me for this. I’m gonna explode.

Not just my cock—my brain and heart too. I’m gonna splatter the walls. Mind blown.

Because Lenore’s weight is so perfect on my lap. Her scent is in my nose—not just her shampoo, but the spiced vanilla scent of her bare skin, too. The faint musk between her legs, her dampness already soaking through my jeans; her silky brown hair sliding over her shoulders…

It’s all too much.

I don’t deserve a fraction of this—but god help me, I’m taking it anyway. Keepingher.If I lost her now, I think I’d go insane.

Those idiot Hattworths didn’t know what a prize Lenore is. They didn’t see how lucky they were to have her in their lives, to have her loyalty and care, and now they’ve lost it.

Works for me.

“Did you really mean that stuff about me living here?” Lenore worries her bottom lip with her teeth again, nibbling it until it’s swollen and red. “You don’t have to do that for me, Gabe. I know it’s a lot.”

She deserves all that care and more. This angel deserves the moon on a platter.

“I meant it.” My hands are too rough in her hair, tugging her face to mine, but Lenore doesn’t seem to mind. She moans against my mouth, kissing me back. Kissing me hard. “Don’t you go leaving me now, gorgeous.” I nip her bottom lip too, right where she’s made it all puffy. “We agreed, okay? You’remine.”

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