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Jonas tore himself out of his thoughts and sprinted
toward the front door. His entire body went from zero to sixty as he glanced
through the peephole. It seemed to take a shitload of time to unlock the door
and get it open. When he did, Jonas nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight
that greeted him.
Deanna stood in the hallway wearing a short black
dress and a pair of the sexiest black pumps he’d ever seen on a woman. Attractive didn’t begin to describe her.
Long legs, silky dark hair spilling down over her shoulders, and curves in all
the right places. His hands itched to reach out and touch.
“Deanna,” he said by way of greeting.
She planted one hand on her hip and clutched a small
black purse in the other. “Are you going to let me in or what?”
Jonas grinned at her sullen expression and stepped
back to give her room to enter. After she was inside, he shut and locked the
door. Deanna looked around the room; no doubt the interior designer in her was
hard at work measuring up his furnishings. He, on the other hand, was busy
measuring her up. Such a sweet ass.
What he’d love to do to that delicious body part alone. Yum.
“Uh, I told you I needed a decorator, so don’t
complain if it’s not up to par.”
She turned, halting his little fantasy. “It’s not so
bad.”
“It’s ugly as hell and we both know it.”
Their gazes clashed. “I didn’t come here to talk
about your couch.”
Jonas moved closer, noticing the way her spine
stiffened. “I was hoping not,” he murmured. “And?”
“I’ll come to Miami with you.”
She said it so fast; Jonas had to take a second
before the full meaning of her words hit him. “Be sure, Deanna. Be damn sure.”
She nodded and placed her palms against his chest.
“I am. I’m through denying myself.”
He kept his hands at his sides and willed himself to
stay calm. “I won’t hurt you, kitten. I’m not Gary.”
“I know you aren’t, but I’m not the fling type of
woman, Jonas. I don’t do casual sex.”
“Good,” he growled. “There’s nothing casual about
what I feel for you.”
Jonas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against
him, needing to feel her curves and valleys; then he tasted her as if he had
all night. He licked her lips, and they parted for him. He thrust his tongue in
and fucked her hot mouth. Her soft, pliable flesh against his hard body made
him crazy with need. She was a drug to him. At that moment, Jonas knew he would
do anything, say anything, to be inside of her sweet heat. The idea that she
had so much control over him pissed him off.
Jonas lifted his head and stared down at her closed
eyes and flushed face. He took in the scoop neckline of her dress and the tops
of her heaving mounds of flesh that were exposed. Christ, what he wouldn’t give
to tug the material a few inches south, to see her tits all plump and soft and
ready to be suckled. He ached to wrap his lips around her nipples and nibble on
them with his teeth. Bending his knees, Jonas lifted her into his arms and
strode toward the couch.
Her eyes shot open when he sat her down in the
center. He saw realization dawn in their pretty depths. “W-what are you doing?”
“Giving you a taste of what you’ll get in Miami.”
“Jonas,
please.”
He wasn’t certain whether she was pleading for him
to continue or let her get up and leave. Jonas bent down and kissed her again,
tasting her sweetness. He lifted an inch and asked, “Please what, Deanna?”
She buried her fingers in his hair and tugged him
forward. “Please kiss me again.”
“Mmm, my pleasure, kitten.” He tilted her head back,
forcing her to look at him as he covered her mouth with his. She let out a
little whimper. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he whispered between kisses.
“I’ve been a pain in the ass all week because I couldn’t stop thinking about
you.” He kissed his way over her chin and lower. When his lips found the jumpy
vein in her neck, he licked and sucked. Deanna’s fingers tightened, pulling
almost painfully at his hair. “Soon I’m going to kiss every inch of you. I’m
going to fill you up.” Jonas went to his knees in front of her and took hold of
the hem of her dress. “Until then, until Miami, there’s this…”
“Jonas, what are you doing to me?” she asked in a
voice gone husky with her arousal.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he answered.
Deanna’s eyes rounded and fire sparked to life in their brown depths. “Lift up
a little for me. Prove to me that you want this.”
When she quickly complied, Jonas’s dick hardened. He
slipped her dress upward a few inches, not quite exposing her panties. The
satin of her lightly tanned skin beckoned him. Lowering his head, Jonas kissed
a little mole high on her inner thigh. “Jesus, you have the sexiest legs I’ve
ever seen.” When he pushed the dress up to her waist, exposing a black, silky
thong, Jonas’s dick wept with joy. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”
She started to protest, and he could see the way her
cheeks bloomed pink at his erotic words. He didn’t know how experienced Deanna
was, but he suspected she was way too innocent for the likes of him. Not that
it mattered, because he wasn’t going anywhere.
Jonas fingered the leg band of the thong and hummed
his approval. “Did you wear this for me, Deanna?” She licked her lips and
stayed silent. Her gaze ate him up, though. If she only knew what that look was
doing to his self-control, she’d get up and run.
Not willing to give her too much time to rethink her
decision, Jonas tugged the little black scrap of material to one side, baring
her pussy for the first time…
TGIF! :)And here's Jonas
Yes, Master--February 26th!
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