Page 83 of Family Bonds- Garrett & Justine

The minute they got to his floor, he pulled her out quickly, Justine almost stumbling over her feet in the heels, but he waited for her and then opened the door.

Once they were in, his mouth returned to hers, his hands grabbing the material of her dress and slowly lifting it.

When his hands landed on her bare ass cheeks, he said, “Why didn’t I know you had a thong on?”

“I didn’t know I had to announce it. With the way you normally look at my body, I thought you could have figured it out. I did turn for you.”

He snorted. “I was too busy trying to put a thought together in my head to notice it.”

“And now you know,” she said, letting out a nervous giggle. “Do you think we can do something different?”

“We can do anything you want,” he said.

“I want to do what I want tonight,” she said. “I mean, right now I don’t want to go in the bedroom.”

“Where do you want me?” he asked, his eyes almost drilling into hers. She could see he was hoping she didn’t lose her nerve.

She hoped she didn’t either.

“On the chair,” she said.

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it across the couch, then started to unbutton his shirt, spreading it wide as it hung out of his pants now.

He gulped. “Want me to sit now?”

“Yes,” she said, pointing to a gray chair in the corner away from the windows. She wasn’t that bold that she wanted to worry about witnesses or shadows.

“Can you get a condom first?” he asked.

She pulled her clutch off the couch where she dropped it, unzipped the little pocket, and handed one over. “Here.”

“Do I want to know why you were carrying one with you?”

“Not that I thought we’d do this out in public, but maybe I’ve had this all planned out and wanted to be prepared.”

“Then can I say I like when you plan?”

“It’s going to get better,” she said. She nudged him into the chair, then undid the button of his pants, unzipped him, and pulled his cock free.

He adjusted his pants some, and she opened the condom, covered him, then lifted her dress. Her shoes still on, she adjusted her thong out of the way, lined up, and sat down quickly.

She let out a sigh and moved.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

She opened her eyes and realized she was so focused on her body that she was more or less riding him. Using him for her release.

By the heat coming from his gaze, he didn’t seem to mind.

“No,” she said, testing things. “You have to keep your hands on the arms of the chair.”

She looked down and saw him gripping the gray upholstery.

“If you say so,” he said.

“Are you okay with it?”

“I’m okay with anything you want to do,” he said. She hesitated a second and then moved up and down. “But I want you to keep your eyes open.”

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