Page 29 of The Sniper
CHAPTER SIX
TIFFANY
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When I wake—if youcan call tossing and turning with an ache between your legs as you dream about your new bodyguard lifting you onto the kitchen bench and tearing your panties off, sleeping—I wonder what time Jayden is showing up this morning.
He never said.
Then I start wondering what I should wear.What he’d think is sexy.But not too sexy...notobviouslysexy.
I let out a groan.
I need a new vibrator.
Jesus, what if Jayden decides to check all my incoming mail?My face heats despite being alone as I imagine that level of embarrassment.
Then again, what if he did, and I licked my lips suggestively?Would he rip off his shirt, showing me his sublime six pack—a safe assumption—and offer to service my needs?
My fingers slide between my legs, and I shudder.
There’s no way I can go without relief with that big burly military hottie in my home and life every day!
After the way he caught me last night and held me so close, his breath merging with mine.
Did he realize that he pulled me closer, so that our bodies were almost touching?
Was he hard?
Was he wondering if my panties had moistened?Because they did.I’d almost burned my damn salmon after he left, as I stood staring at the doorway wishing he’d return and kiss me.
Yet he hadn’t.
I would have torn off my own dress to have that man palm my breasts and spread my legs.
With no sex toys in the house, it looked like we were doing things manually.I’ve never been good at pleasuring myself without a toy, but perhaps with Jayden Rogers in my mind, it might be a lot easier.
I start rubbing my clit and my back arches immediately in response.My nipples harden against my white cotton nightie, and I kick off the covers.
