Page 43 of Yours To Take
My smile is smug as Gemma turns her eyes on me. She’s focused on me as I pull my fingers out of her. As I take them in my mouth. Suck off her release.
Her eyes are greedy as she watches.
It’s not like we had sex or anything, but it might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. Watching Gemma come undone at my hand?
Sexy as fuck.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” Gemma’s hands trail over the hard planes of my chest, drifting lower to the bulge in my jeans.
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
I pull her hand off me. I don’t need to blow in my pants. Nothing would be more uncomfortable than that.
“I mean no. I can take care of myself. Today is about you. Proving to you that I’ll take care of you.”
“I think you might need to prove that point again.” A relaxed smile flirts on her lips.
“You need more?”
“Need. Want. More.”
Her words are broken.
“I take it that means you’re accepting my proposal?”
“Your terms are agreeable.”
“Agreeable?”
She nods, still basking in pleasure in bed.
Inmybed.
“I’m glad you find them agreeable. Because there will be plenty more of this.”
“Good. Because I want more. I want it all.”
“You’ll get it all.”
And I can’t fucking wait.
ChapterTwelve
GEMMA
“Gem, would you c’mere for a minute?” Gramps calls from the office behind the front desk.
“What’s going on?” I drop into the chair across from his desk.
“Do you know anything about these orders for new mattresses for the guest cabins?”
I take the invoice he hands to me. “No. Why would I know anything about that?”
“It was back before Jenny left.”
“Gramps, I don’t know why she did it. She didn’t clue me in to her inner workings as manager.”
