Zale by Brynn Hale

Author:Brynn Hale [Hale, Brynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

Ella

“Every week, Zale. After that very first week, every week, never once did I have panties on. Hoping you’d drag me back to your office, bend me over that wood desk and drive your way home.”

“Ella, I never thought you’d want someone like me.”

“Like you? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re talented. You’re sweet. You’re sexy. You’re kind. And thank God, you’re here.”

I thrash on the bed as he slides a hand up my leg and under my skirt. His fingers brush over my dripping center, my shaved pussy waiting for him. His other hand lifts my grey silk blouse and pulls a bra cup down his lips center on my nipple, sucking, and I call out his name as every inch of my skin sizzles.

His finger slides inside of me and I still. I just want to feel him playing my body. Making me feel like I’m flying. My stomach prickles and my thighs stiffen. I’m positive that the impending release is either going to make me cave into a void or explode into a hundred pieces.

“Zale, suck on my clit, please.”

He scrambles and in seconds his head is under my skirt. Wet, soft lips clamp around that hard nub and in seconds my back arches as the searing burn begins in my stomach and my toes round, reaching for the earth as I shoot into the stars.

“Fuck…Zale!” I scream so loud that I wonder if the neighbors will call the cops.

His hands slide under me and in seconds, the skirt is gone. And with one rip the shirt is open. In another the front clasp on the bra is open and I’m climbing out of my clothes. Bare assed and damn happy about it. And yet…he’s still dressed.

WTF, Zale!

I reach to the end table and turn on the lamp. I need to see him.

My chest still rolls gasping for air and the same heaviness that was there when he laid me on the bed remains in my stomach. My body is primed for him.

For…

He pulls his Def Leopard T-shirt over his head and his jeans down in two quick steps. He’s perfect. Those Adonis-lines on his hips. His cock has to be a good eight…no, nine…nine fucking inches. Sweet baby, Jesus. His abs, you could make a cheese board on them. I’d fucking eat it all. And those tats…

My eyes take it all in. A huge black ink fox head on his chest. A beautiful red rose on his shoulder and down his left arm that says something about music. And a saying on his right obliques.

Only God can judge me.

I read it twice and the second time reality hits me. I scramble for the bedding, trying to cover up. Zale saw me naked. He’s perfect and he’s seen all my flaws. The pink divot of my C-section. The excess rolls that speak to my obsession with great food. The spare everything.

His hand lands on mine. “Oh, no you don’t. I can see the fear in your eyes, Ella.

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