Page 130 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

Chapter Forty-One

Jerry

Liv doodles on theedge of the notepad filled with more ideas for the business. “What about Logan Lavender?”

I stoke the fire and settle in beside her.

She’s drawn an owl and a crescent moon in the corner of the pad. A calmness settles in my soul knowing I’ve shared that part of my life with her.

“I think Logan Lavender is a winner.” Of all the potential business names we’ve tossed around, it rings true. Inserting Logan will give us that link to home, Logan Falls. I’m sure someone far more creative than me could come up with a decent logo with the initials L.L.

Liv fist-pumps the air and exhales with force. “Yesss. I agree.” Her honey locks spill over her shoulder as she shifts onto her side, readjusting the mountain of cushions beneath her. Firelight dances over the newly revealed soft skin of the swell of her tit, her rounded tummy exposed where the buttons can no longer meet. She looks delicious in my flannelette shirt, barely containing her breasts, and I’ve the urge to tear it apart and take them into my mouth.

I kiss the hollow at the base of her throat. “Do you know how much you get my heart racin’ when you wear my clothes?”

She shudders as my stubble grazes the tender skin of her neck as I dot kisses towards her ear.

“They’re comfy,” she says and chews on the end of the pencil, eyes intently focused on her notes.

I play with the hair at the nape of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. My cock hardens against my jeans. She discards the pen and paper, as hoped.

Her eyes drill into mine. “And they smell of you. Like pine and spice.”Goddamn.

“Hey, my wardrobe is your wardrobe.”

She links her arms around my shoulders and pulls me close. My head against her chest, the pounding of her heartbeat filling my ears as I tease at the top button. “Are we done talkin’ about businessy stuff for the night?”

“Hmm.”

Succeeding with the top button, I place a kiss to the underside of her boob and fiddle with the next button.

“Ooh!” She gasps and reaches for the pen and pad. “Now that we have a name, we really should register a website domain and set up social media accounts.”

Does her mind ever stop?She really has the knack for this stuff.

Another button, then another, until I discover Liv has snatched a pair of my fitted Calvin Klein boxer briefs. “Hmm, seems you raided my underwear drawer too.”

She laughs. “Real sexy, I’m sure. My G-strings are becoming uncomfortable.”

I toy with the buttoned fly of the brief. Her body jerks as my thumb purposely grazes her clit. “Sexy like you wouldn’t believe.”

“So, which is it? You want me in your clothes, or out of them?” She raises a challenging brow.

My finger glides between her wet pussy lips. “Right now, out.”

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“Where do you put yourChristmas tree?” Liv asks and pulls a blanket over our naked bodies.

Here I am catching my breath, fixated on how perfectly our bodies move together and she’s thinking about holiday decorations?

“It’s almost August, and that’s on your mind?”

She snuggles into my side, sweeping her warm fingers through the hairs on my chest. “Christmas was always big in my family. If I’m honest, we decorate from November. So, prepare yourself.”

I laugh and kiss her forehead. “Okay. I was just thinkin’ I mustn’t have shagged you thoroughly enough.”

She laughs and pinches one of my nipples, causing it to harden. “No, you did it just right. Lucky I’m lying down ’cause I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be steady on my feet.” She grows silent for a moment and releases a heavy sigh. “I was thinking about what it’ll be like when the baby arrives. It’ll be Christmas.”

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