Page 104 of Wingwoman
At that, I squealed and tried to cover myself with my hands. “Then hand me my shirt!”
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
Still holding me in his arms, totally topless, he started walking toward the stable door.
“Josh Gabriel! If anyone but you sees my tits, I will never forgive you!”
He barked a laugh, but didn’t stop moving. “You’re resourceful, I’m sure you’ll figure something out to cover yourself.”
Growling in frustration, I yanked his hat off my head and used it to cover my chest just in time for him to kick the stable door open and walk across the lawn toward the house.
“Morning Rob,” Josh said.
“Uh… good morning, Boss.” Rob gaped at me, the straw he’d been chewing falling out of his mouth and bouncing off the toe of his weather-worn cowboy boot.
“Oh my god.” Heat slammed into my cheeks, burning as I squeezed the cowboy hat harder against my bare chest, hoping no one could see anything. Then I buried my scarlet face in Josh’s shoulder. “I’m going to kill you,” I muttered into the crook of his neck.
He snickered, his torso bouncing as he kicked the door to his house open. “Lotta death going around between this and you wearing turquoise.”
He climbed the steps to his bedroom easily, as though I weighed nothing, then dropped me onto his bed.
It was the first time I’d seen his bedroom.
I looked around the immaculate room. Clean, sleek, with lots of wood and leather and manly decor. It smelled like Josh too.
He didn’t give me a chance to adjust to my surroundings. Just reached down and yanked the shorts off my body, leaving me there, completely naked, spread out on his bed, except for his cowboy hat barely covering my breasts.
“Payback’s a bitch, sweetheart.”
Twenty-Nine
JOSH
Oh my fucking god.This girl wasn’t just going to ruin me. She was going to demolish me. She was going to pulverize me until I was nothing more than dust. Irreparable dust.
The sun streamed in through the window, hitting the strands of her caramel hair fanned out around her.
I stood at the edge of the bed and gently slid my hand between the space where her knees were clenched together. Before I spread her wide and feasted on her body, I found her eyes. “You sure you want to do this?” I asked.
She whimpered and nodded, her top teeth plunging into her plump bottom lip.
“And you know that this is not what I’m paying you for?”
Her eyes widened. “Of course not! I’m not a whore.”
I leaned forward. “I know that. It’s explicitly written in the goddamn contract. I just want to make it absolutely clear we’re both consenting to this.”
“Oh,” she said with a nod. “Yes… I consent.”
“Good,” I whispered, then dragged my mouth along hers, kissing her deeply. “Then spread these beautiful thighs for me.”
I guided her legs open and she whimpered as I stepped back, removing my hands from her body to fully admire her.
Fuck me.
She was utter perfection. Splayed out on my bed. Perky breasts with rosebud nipples tight and pearled for me. Pink, wet pussy on display, good enough to eat.
No, more than eat.
