Dear Stranger (Paper Cuts #3) Read Online Winter Renshaw

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Paper Cuts Series by Winter Renshaw
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
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“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” he says, his voice tight. “I called to tell you I want to see you.”

I know what he’s waiting for. Since he can’t have me over, he’s waiting for my invitation. To tease him and break the ice, I decide to make him wait a little longer. “Please hold while I check my schedule.”

He doesn’t even laugh.

“All right. Looks like I’m free right now. Do you want to come over?”

He grunts a yes and ends the call.

I guess I found someone in this state who’s in a worse mood than I am. And why should he be? He has the amazing, life-changing job offer.

And right now, I have nothing.

38

When I arrive at her place, I’m so worked up into a bundle of nerves that I think I might lose it.

She’s waiting at the door for me, like in my fantasies, except everything else is different. She’s not naked underneath her apron; she’s wearing a little red dress that skims her upper thigh. Maybe a nightgown—who can tell? Whatever it is, it’s sexy. But I can tell she’s just as tense by the way she’s standing rigid, arms folded over her chest, gnawing on her lip.

The gnawing on the lip is sexy, too. Jesus, everything this woman does turns me on.

And that’s why I know it is right, to be here. When I’m with her, I don’t think about our problems.

She opens her mouth to say something, but I don’t want to talk. It’ll end in an argument. So I silence her with a finger to her lips.

Then I replace it with my mouth, devouring her.

She lets me. She might have wanted a discussion, but the second her lips touch mine, I feel her anxiety drain away, and she relaxes against me. She throws her arms around my neck and grinds up against me.

It’s just what I need. But I want more.

Breathless, I break the kiss and say, “Your bedroom.”

She nods and guides me upstairs.

Inside, I pull off my jacket and toss it on the dresser, then stand by the bed and hook my finger toward her. “Come here.”

She moves toward me with purpose, like a puppet on a string.

I know that look in her eyes. I know exactly what she wants. I grab her neck forcefully, drawing her to me so that all the air leaves her lungs in a rush. Forcing her head back, I devour her neck, taking in her sweet smell as she responds by arching her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. She massages my cock through my pants and then digs her hands under the waistband, sliding them easily behind me, grabbing savagely at my ass.

I hoist her off the floor, wrap her legs around me and cradle her ass as she pushes us off the wall. “I want you to fuck me.”

She unbuttons her way down my shirt, as I lay her down on her bed, quickly lifting up her layers of dress, sliding down her panties and diving between her legs.

She comes almost the instant my tongue touches her clit, bucking against me and smashing my face into her pussy as it hits her in wave after wave. After she thrashes around for a bit, she sits up on her elbows, pushes a stray hair off her face.

I pull my tie off and unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way. That I can get her that excited? Fuck. “You clearly needed that.”

“Yes. But I need more.”

When I shrug the shirt off, she leans over so that I can untie the knot at the back of her neck, letting the top of her dress fall down to her hips. Ah, those beautiful, glorious, perfect breasts.

She starts to pull on my belt buckle.

“Come here,” I say gruffly, urging her up and pushing away the fabric of the dress that is scrunched around her middle. I wrap my hands around her hips and she straddles me, then lifting my dick into position, sinks onto me. I pull my hips up, meeting her halfway, and we both let out a groan at once as I’m totally engulfed in her. Then she starts to slide up and down on me, her eyes closed in bliss, slowly at first, then getting faster and faster. I let her control the rhythm and guide my hands to her breasts, where she wants them to be.

It isn’t long before she’s screaming again. I start to moan, too, rocking my hips up into her. “Come with me,” I say, and just like that, as easily as if we’d planned it, we both come together.

We both needed this.

She rolls over onto her side and props herself up on her elbow, still breathing hard. I stare up at her. She’s beautiful this way, her cheeks red from the exertion, a light sheen of sweat on her sweet skin, her hair falling loose around her face.


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