Page 36 of The Sniper
My hands are on her hips, steadying her.
“We need to stop doing this,” I rasp, my head dipped as the heat of her body seers my palms.A spark shoots through me, one my cock wants to explore right, damn now.
Tiffany isn’t breathing, her mouth parts, wet lips just begging me to be claimed.To be tasted.
Let her go.
“I forgot you were behind me.”
“No, you didn’t.”I rasp, still holding her inches from my thick cock.
“Are you saying I did it on purpose?"
“Didn’t you?”I smirk, enjoying the game.
“No,” she says more quietly.“Why would I?”
I glance down and find her nipples hard, giving away her secret.One both of us are not willing to admit.But it’s getting hard, really damn hard.
Tiffany clears her throat.
I slowly remove my hands and step aside.“I’ll get the dress.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
TIFFANY
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My vibrator turnedup the next morning, and he tried to intercept the parcel as I suspected.
I was almost mortified.
“No,” I snap when he tries to take it out of my hands.
“Do you know who the sender is?Plain packaging is a red flag.What if it’s something dangerous?”Jayden insists.
