Page 144 of A Very Merry Mistake

When I return, Claire hugs her dad goodbye. He steps outside, and I follow him. I glance over my shoulder at Claire, and she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. All I can do is shoot her a wink.

I step inside the elevator with Mr. Manchester. He warns, “If you hurt my daughter…”

“I won’t,” I tell him. “I’ll protect her from anyone who tries to, though. You included.” I’m not intimidated by him as we stare one another down. “Sir, I respect you a lot. And one day, I will marry Claire. But I want you to know that she cares about you deeply, and all she’s ever wanted is your approval.”

“I’m proud of her and the decisions she’s made. My daughter deserves happiness, and I will always approve of that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for her.” He looks me up and down. “And I can see why she chose you.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Protect her like you said you will, and you’ll have my approval, too.”

I nod, and we exchange a firm handshake, an unspoken agreement. People say her father is intimidating, but I don’t see it. Or maybe the Manchesters just don’t intimidate me much.

He gets in his limo and drives off, and I head back to Claire’s place. When I walk in, I’m happy to see her smiling.

“You good?” I ask.

She pulls me to her. “More than good. Would be even better if you could fuck me up against that window and knock that fantasy off my list.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I guide Claire across the living room and press her back against the cold glass, then rest my palms flat against it as I lean in and kiss her.

She squeals with excitement. “You have no idea how hot that was.”

I place my finger on her lips, then nibble on her ear as my hand glides down her body. “I think I might need to taste you first.”

“Yes.” She releases a ragged sigh, antsy with anticipation, as I slide my hand up her dress, then drop to my knees and kiss up her thighs. “Panty-less again?”

“Was just waiting for you to notice.” Her fingers thread through my hair as I look up at her.

I peel the material from her body, kissing every inch of her as I stand and carefully unhook her bra. My hand tweaks one nipple as my mouth captures the other. Pants escape her as she presses her back against the glass, fully succumbing to my touch.

“Fuck. I’m about to devour you like my last meal,” I tell her.

With her fists, she grabs my shirt, pulling me against her. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I turn her around first, pressing her pretty breasts against the cool glass. She hisses as I lean in and whisper into her ear. “This whole fuckin’ city will know that tonight and forever, Claire Manchester is mine.”

I kiss along her shoulders, down her spine, and spread her cheeks to eat her ass. She arches her back for me so I have better access to her clit. I dart my tongue into her tight cunt, tasting the precum that’s already lingering. She’s so fucking wet.

“Jake,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes as her body trembles. I slow my pace, wanting her to teeter on edge. “JJ. Please.”

“I love it when you use your manners like my good girl.” I slide a finger inside of her ass and twirl my tongue against her clit.

Claire rides my tongue, coming two more times, and I love the taste of it.

And when she’s close again, she stops me. “Fuck me, Jake. Please.”

“Only because you asked nicely.”

Her guttural groans release from deep inside her throat as I slide down my slacks and impale her with my cock. Reaching around, I pinch her hard nipple. She takes all of me, pushing against me, creating more friction as she widens her legs and arches her back.

“Claire,” I hiss, loving how we feel as one, together, never able to get enough. “I love you,” I mutter, my eyes squeezing closed.

“I love you,” she whispers. “I think I’m going to…”

Her body tightens around me, and I can’t hold back any longer as my thumbs dig into her hips. I lose myself inside of her, slamming into her tight cunt until there’s a puddle on the floor.

She looks down, moaning out, continuing to ride out her release. “You’ve made me squirt again.”

“Yes, darlin’.” I slide out of her and turn her around. We’re both breathless. I press her back against the glass, and she wraps her arms around me.

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