Page 35 of The Sniper
Fuck.
I really want to kiss her.
I want to slam my mouth down on hers and wrap that long hair around my fist.I want to push her back against a wall and let her feel my hard cock against her stomach.
Then I hear her beg me to fill her.
Someone beeps at me.
Shit.
Focus, Jayden, focus.At least I’m not having an anxiety attack, but in the back of my mind, I’m aware this assignment could be boring as fuck or turn into something dangerous.
Or maybe I’m catastrophizing.
I read online that can happen with PTSD.
Shit, I should drive straight to BHS and tell Josh I’m not fit for duty.If I put Tiffany’s life in danger, I don’t think I could live with myself.
I’ve been good for a month, but I know that’s not how these things work.It doesn’t just go away.
Shaking my head to myself, I find a park near Prada and shadow the girls as they wander into the store excitedly.
Then I get to watch Tiffany parade around in front of the mirror with the shortest fucking black dress known to man.
Fuck me.
I cross my arms and pretend not to be affected as she slides her hands over the sparkly fabric covering her hips and then lifts her eyes to mine.
“What do you think, Jayden?”
What do I think?
I think if you belonged to me, I wouldn’t let you step foot in public wearing that thing.You’d keep it for me and me alone.I’d make you wear it with no panties, and when my fingers were sliding in and out of your wet pussy, I’d yank down the top and slide my cock between your big tits.
“Good.”I nod instead.
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AFTER DROPPING SADIEhome and listening to the two women have a mini work meeting in the back of the Cadillac, we pull into Tiffany’s driveway.
She lets me open the door for her, and I like it more than I’m letting on.Her long legs appear out of the vehicle, and she teeters on those high heels.
She’s still a short ass compared to me—a sexy damn short ass—and each time she climbs to her feet she’s taken to glancing up at me.Those globes fill with questions.
I know what she wants to know.
Do I feel this chemistry?
I fucking feel it.It’s so tangible I could almost reach out and throttle it.Which I should, because it’s a distraction and the last thing a guy like me needs.
We walk to the front door, and I follow as Tiffany unlocks it and pushes it open.
Then we step insi—
Boof.
Tiffany slams into my chest when she turns.“Oh, God.I’m sorry.I left the dress in the car.”
