Page 67 of Branded
She pushed back, sliding the black cloth-covered chair away from me, and I went from disappointed at her moving away from me to distracted from the thoughts of the gossip and my heart on my sleeve to distracted by her body again when I saw her curves filling out her jeans.
Now, if she’d only turn around.
Because, fuck, I liked that ass.
Her breasts were everything I’d imagined they’d be.
But, God, I wanted her ass naked and my hands on it, squeezing the twin globes, dragging my mouth over it, my teeth, my tongue.
And miracle of fucking miracles, she turned enough to give me a glimpse of her ass in those jeans as she started to push her chair back into her desk.
“You don’t have any comment on that?” she asked archly, her eyes hitting mine over her shoulder and fuck, this little tart, this gorgeous, beautiful sexual woman, was driving me absolutely crazy.
She moved to stand in front of me.
One more kiss.
One more taste.
I wanted…more.
Fucking hell, I wanted more.
“Oh?” I countered, not remembering in the least what the fuck we were talking about, only holding my breath as she shifted a little closer, her thighs brushing mine. She lifted an arm, rested it on my arm.
Except, that brought the material of her shirt tight over her chest.
Over her breasts.
Oh, I wanted my mouth back on those, too.
Her hand slid down my arm, opening my palm, pulling my fingers flat, but I was too fucking focused on her breasts to notice what she was putting in my hand, especially when the movement of her arm made those fucking perfect tits bounce and?—
“Open it.”
I blinked, looked down between our bodies, and saw the medium-sized gift bag hanging off one hand.
Obediently, I pulled out the tissue paper, reached in.
“They said I should give it to you because you like?—”
I pulled out the item…and squealed.
Yes, like a little bitch.
And then, yeah, it was a pussy move, but I launched the furry stuffed toy away from me, shuddering. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, eyes hitting hers. “What the actual fuck?”
She frowned, uncertainty hitting her expression for the first time in a while with me, and I hated that I’d put it there.
But that…
That, sir, was a fucking wombat and…
Jesus Christ.
I shuddered again, cradled her against my chest as I kicked it farther away from me with the very toe of my boot.
She pulled out of my hold, crouched, flashing me that ass, and it was almost enough for me to move toward her, to go near that thing, and take her in my arms and?—
