Page 14 of The Sniper
So when it fell open just now and almost exposed her pussy, I had to speak up.I’m a southern gentleman after all.
Lies.
Listen, if Tiffany wants to roam her house naked, she has my complete support.On screen she’s pretty, but in person she is drop dead fucking gorgeous.
What I’m concerned about is my dick.
Because if she isn’t wearing a scrap of clothing under that nasty raincoat, this is the beginning of one of my fourteen-year-old wet dreams.
And we’re in trouble.
Unless she gets me a cushion real fast.
Sadly, the heat in her cheeks doesn’t screamI want to suck your cocklike my dream girl, so I figure I’m wrong.
Clearly, I’ve embarrassed her.
“What?No!”Tiffany cries.
“It’s fine if you are; I just wasn’t briefed.”I hold up a hand and wish I’d chosen the sofa where a range of excellent cushions seem to be smirking at me.
“No, truly,” Tiffany rips open her raincoat while I almost have a cross between an orgasm and a heart attack.“I was videoing.”
Fuck me.
Underneath she’s wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts which are distressed and showcase her tanned, toned legs.On top, a tight greenish-brown halter top hugs a set of porn-worthy tits.
My mouth goes dry as I fight to control my reaction.Both on my face and in my pants.
“Oh,” I grab my water and take a long draw.It’s all I can think of saying without getting myself into hot water with HR.
I figure we have an HR department or person.
One I’d rather not meet.
Here I was worried my PTSD could get me fired, but this hot little number might be the death of me.
“What happened was,” Tiffany begins, and honestly, I can barely pay attention while I rerun some football game from last weekend over and over in my head in an attempt to soften my cock.“I was about to run out the door because...I forgot to buy some...dog food.”
Dog?I wasn’t briefed on the dog.
I glance around.
Tiffany bites her bottom lip and clarifies.“For a promo.”
“For makeup?”I frown, confused as she nods.
Unfortunately for her, I’m trained to spot a lie.The little liar.
She thinks she’s getting away with it.
“Yes.”Instead of looking guilty, she gives me a blinding smile as she removes her sunhat and tosses both the coat and hat onto the floor.
I watch as she tucks a leg underneath her.
My brows dip, trying to work out what the hell I’m working with here.Is she playing games with me?
Then suddenly she gives herself away by glancing at the same cushions I’ve been trying to will onto my lap.
