Page 69 of Finding Forever

“Let’s not run before we can crawl, aye?”

She nodded, not sure what he meant, but eager to please.

Her hands went to his waistband, the backs of her fingers brushing against his abdomen, causing the muscles to leap and spasm in response to her touch. She tightened and leaped and spasmed in sympathy, her already sodden panties flooding with even more moisture.

He groaned, the sound was tortured and she jerked her hands away, afraid that she’d hurt him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed, his voice taut with need. “Get back to work.”

Despite her need and desire to obey, she tucked her hands beneath her hips and glared at him.

“Not if you’re going to be so rude about it.”

He managed a taut smile of appreciation despite the strain around his eyes.

“I’m so fucking sorry for snapping at you, Fern,” he said, his voice emerging between harsh pants. “Now would you please be so kind as to unzip my goddamn pants and take out my cock?Please?”

“Weeeell…” she said, drawing out the word—not entirely sure where this playful, confident impertinence was coming from.

“Fern.” Her name was a primal growl that—not gonna lie—thrilled her to death and added even more wetness to the flood already pooling in her panties.

“Since you ask so nicely,” she said primly bringing her hands back up and going to work, careful not to touch too much skin this time.

She finally had the two buttons undone and—one hand planted on his hard thigh, while the other clasped the tab of his zipper—gingerly dragged the straining metal tab down. He groaned in relief as some of the pressure on his stiff shaft eased and Fern stared at the blackboxer briefs that were the only remaining obstacle between her and his-his…cock.

Just thinking the word gave her an illicit thrill and she licked her lips when she realized that he had his own wetness to contend with. Not as much as her, but enough to be noticeable against the black cotton fabric of his briefs. Right where the round tip of his length was pressed, a spot of sticky looking moisture that grew even as she watched.

She tucked her fingers into the elastic waistband of the briefs and—throat suddenly parched with anticipation—peeled them down over that thick, solid pillar of flesh and it seemed to leap out at her, actually catching her on her cheek.

The hot heft of it startled her and she jerked her head back and squealed in surprise, then giggled at her own silly reaction.

“You okay?” Cade asked, voice thick with desire and a bit of amusement.

“Yes, I didn’t expect it to just spring out at me like that.” She swallowed, leaned forward, and nuzzled her cheek along the veined, blistering hot length, turning her face slightly so that her lips grazed it just as she reached the smooth, slick tip.

She was usually so shy, but in this she was bold, and even though she wasn’t sure how or why she was so emboldened, she didn’t care. She felt sexy, excited, eager… and when he groaned, the sound gravelly and harsh and brimming with appreciation, she was happy not to question her unexpected confidence anymore.

Her tongue flicked out… just the tip of it, stroking overjust the tipof him and he did that involuntary jerking motion with his hips again. Pushing his hardness toward her, even while he told her,no.

Confused by the contradictory messages, she decided to follow her own counsel and placed both hands around his girth. They could barely close around him and even side-by-side they didn’t quite cover his entire length.

“So big,” she marveled, tightening her grasp slightly while she took another experimental lick at his saltiness. He thrust into her tight grasp and moaned.

“Fuck. No. Stop, lass.”

Again, with the contradictions. This time she listened to what he was saying and released her grip. His beautiful, big penis slapped against his abdomen, looking lewd and angry as it arched out of the open fly of his oh-so proper business trousers.

Chapter

Seventeen

She was going to kill him. This fucking near virgin had Cade literally on his knees in front of her, and she was going to murder him. He could have wept in both frustration and relief when she relinquished her hold on his cock and lifted her face up toward his to stare at him with those seductively innocent eyes.

Cade shoved his pants down over his hips, then to his knees, before in quick—but awkward—movements, shedding them completely and dropping them onto the floor.

He refocused his attention on Fern, closing his hands around her upper arms and dragging her up so that she went from sitting to kneeling in seconds. She was so close to him that his cock grazed her torso with each painful twitching throb.

He fisted her hair and yanked her head back, trying hard to be gentle but finding it fucking difficult when she was clearly so turned on by everything they were doing.

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