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“I want to do the bookstore again … but this time, do it my way.”
I reward her with my tongue as I lick her slowly, encouraging her to keep going.
She sucks in a breath. “I’d focus on only selling romance and create a space for women to gather and build community. I’d host book clubs and have a space the book clubs could rent out … I’d partner with authors for signings …”
I deepen my pressure, wrapping her leg behind my head as I palm her ass with one hand and slide my other under the fabric of her bra. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” I growl between kisses.
Her head falls back, and she begins to pant as her breathing hitches. I know she’s close.
“What else, baby. Tell me the rest,” I growl before sucking her swollen clit between my lips.
“Fuck, Drew, I can’t think when you do that.”
I pull away with a smirk, but she grabs my hair pulling my face back.
“Fine … I … I’d create an online presence to build communities of like-minded readers and travel to host meetups and retreats for them. I want to create a space for women to make friends and feel not only seen but celebrated for the things they love.”
I slide a finger inside her, then add a second as her tight walls clench around me, already on the brink of orgasm. “See, now, was that so hard to admit?” I curl my fingers inside her as I lick her in a slow, even rhythm.
“Yes,” she pants. If I didn’t have my mouth on her pussy, I’d probably laugh at the sass, but I’m too invested in my craft.
“Admitting it to yourself is the hard part, and now, we both know what you really want.” I curl my fingers against her g-spot, and her knees wobble, threatening to buckle once more. “Now, if you think for one fucking second I’m going to let you get away with settling for anything less than what you told me, then you’re fucking the wrong Santa.”
Her eyes fly open at my last admission and I wink. “Now, let me finish my snack, and then we’ll come up with a plan.” I move my fingers inside her a little faster as I deepen my tongue strokes. It doesn’t take long before her tight little pussy is squeezing my fingers and she’s biting her fist to muffle her scream, the sweet juices of her release coating my tongue.
I’ll admit, I can be a cocky motherfucker, but there’s not a thing in this world that boosts my ego more than making my girl fall apart and lose all inhibitions. It hits even harder knowing Holly’s held so much of herself back for so long. Like I’m doing more than just giving her pleasure. It’s like I’m helping her find her way back to herself.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and help her back into her clothes before pressing a kiss to her lips. She melts against me, grabbing my shirt to keep her upright as I kiss her deeply. I have to brace myself against the wall to keep from pulling her down and fucking her on the bathroom floor.
Knock. Knock. Knock. We both startle at the interruption.
“Hey, dude. We’ve waited like thirty minutes. It’s your turn. You know how Dad gets with the teams.” Jamie calls from behind the door.
Holly’s eyes widen, and she covers her mouth in embarrassment.
I just smile as I smooth down her sex hair and straighten her clothes. “Come on. This is a Jordan family tradition you don’t want to miss.”
ChapterThirteen
Holly
“Heart attack!”Charlotte calls. “Dying. Paralyzed. Accident,” she fires off as James lies on his back, holding his elbow against his lower abdomen with his hand clenched in a fist.
“He looks like he’s in pain,” Wren says. “Injury!”
James shakes his head, his face turning red as he grimaces.
“He’s not …” Drew and Jamie’s eyes meet, and I look around as the guys all try to hide their grins.
“Boner!” Jamie yells like he’s figured it out, and James nods excitedly gesturing for him to keep going.
Jamie looks around, then shrugs. “Dad boner! Old boner.” James shakes his head like he’s getting frustrated.
“Erectile disfunction!” Simon offers, which seems to annoy James more as his face grows redder. He emphasizes his straining arm and clenches his fist.
“Raging boner?” Wren guesses looking to Charlotte in confusion.
Charlotte holds up her hands like she’s just as confused as all of us. “It’s not usually that aggressive. Maybe there’s something wrong with it. Is it a broken boner, dear? Broke dick?” She guesses again, and we all burst into laughter.
