Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
She smiles at me and I feel my insides light up. I’ve never been around a girl like her. Everything she says makes me smile, every look makes my heart pound harder, every touch has my body begging for more.
I follow her into a quiet part of the store and she pulls out her key to unlock the door. It’s a beautiful room with mirrors along two walls and hooks along another. The carpet is thicker in here and there’s a luxurious round couch in the middle of the room where the personal shoppers probably sit while their clients model potential outfits. In one corner is a curtained-off area for the VIPs to get changed.
“We’re not supposed to be here,” she says, looking around outside before closing the door, “but it can be our little secret.”
She locks the door and smiles as she motions to the couch. “Have a seat, I’ll try it on for you.”
I can’t sit. I’m filled with heated energy.
She slides into the corner and pulls the curtain closed.
I’m aching with lust as I watch her move around back there, knowing she’s taking her shirt off.
“Fuck,” I whisper, running my hand down my face, barely able to control myself.
I swallow hard when I see her feet moving under the curtain. I grit my teeth and squeeze my hands into fists knowing there’s only a thin sheet of material between me and her shirtless body.
“What do you think?” she asks as she pulls the curtain to the side and steps out in the cashmere sweater.
“I think I’m in love.”
It just comes out. I couldn’t stop myself.
“That’s a weird reaction to a sweater for your sister,” she says with a laugh.
“I’m not talking about the sweater,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
We stare at each other long and hard, the room filling with a lustful energy. I can feel it crackling all around me.
She licks her lips as I take another look at her with her bare shoulder sticking out of the large neck hole. The sight of her black bra strap nearly brings me to my knees.
Jemma strokes her thigh as she looks me up and down, unable to hide the way she’s feeling. I can tell that she feels it too. This… whatever this is… comes along once in a lifetime if you’re lucky. This kind of carnal attraction… This love at first sight.
I slowly walk up to her with my heart hammering.
She sucks in a breath as she looks up into my eyes.
“And the sweater?” she says, her voice deeper and huskier than it’s been. “What do you think?”
I reach out and slide my palm up her arm, making her shiver.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers so low I can barely hear it. Her mouth parts. She wets her lips. Her eyes are full of lust as she looks at my mouth. I can tell she wants me to kiss her.
I slide my arm around her, flattening my hand on her lower back, and pull her into me. She gasps as her breasts press into my hard body.
“Looks like you are a VIP,” she says with a playful grin. “A very inappropriate person.”
“I want to kiss you.”
I’m looking at her mouth. She’s looking at mine.
“Then go ahead,” she says, “before I become a very impatient person.”
I lean down and kiss her soft sexy mouth. She moans as I slide my tongue inside, tasting her. She’s fucking perfect.
Her hands slide up my arms and she whimpers when she feels how big and hard they are. All those early morning hours in the gym has paid off for this moment, for her pleasure. Every set and rep, worth it.
I hold her like I’m never going to let go as she kisses me back, sliding that soft tongue against mine.
I’m getting rock hard tasting this sweet girl. She brushes against my throbbing erection and she moans into my mouth. I moan into hers.
When we finally pull away, we gaze into each other’s eyes for a long second, both of us falling in love, and then we kiss again, longer and hotter.
“You… didn’t… answer… me,” she says as I move her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. Her head is leaned back, eyes closed, breathless. She’s gorgeous.
“About what?” I growl between kisses.
“The sweater…”
“It would look better on the floor,” I say in a deep throaty voice as I slide my palm onto her breast.
The sweater is pretty damn soft and it looks phenomenal on Jemma. Definitely not going to give it to my sister after this though. I’ll buy it for my girl.
Our mouths connect again and we nearly crash into the mirror as we stumble around. I slide my hand onto her ass, making her whimper as I squeeze it. Her hips are rolling and I can tell that sweet little pussy is desperate for some loving too.