Brody (Default Distraction Book 1) by Roberts A. S

Brody (Default Distraction Book 1) by Roberts A. S

Author:Roberts, A. S. [Roberts, A. S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: A. S. Roberts
Published: 2018-07-27T16:00:00+00:00


‘Come on then, get your ass in gear, the lunch is over on the rug in front of the fire.’ I smacked her backside as she moved slowly in front of me. It seemed every fucking time I knew we were meeting up, made me even more excited than the previous times. I was really looking forward to spending this afternoon with her.

Casually, I grasped my bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger, still feeling the kiss she had just placed there. It had taken every fucking bit of restraint I had not to do exactly what I’d just described to her. I wanted to slam her against the nearest wall. My dick was yelling at the confines of my jeans and pleading for me to give into what we both wanted.

But apparently, we were both adults. I was in my mid-thirties and I presumed she was close to me in age, so we needed to communicate with something else other than our naked bodies. The only trouble was I wasn’t sure how that went, it wasn’t something I’d ever done or wanted to do before. All my best communication was done through songs and sex.

‘Oooo, a hamper?’ Her excited voice reached to me, breaking through my lust-filled thoughts.

‘Ahhh, that’s what they’re called, I couldn’t remember.’ I walked around the furniture losing my wool coat, hat and gloves as I did so. ‘You look gorgeous, Amy.’ I took her in for the first time, skin-tight jeans that moulded over that fantastic ass of hers and a thick, cream sweater that had a large slash in the neckline, so it fell off one side of her, exposing her shoulder. My eyes were glued to that exposed shoulder as I realised it showed no sign of a bra strap. I was so fucking done for, as now I needed to know whether she was wearing one or not.

This woman and her underwear, or lack of, would be the fucking death of me.

Her chestnut coloured hair coiled over the top of her exposed shoulder and all I could think about was lifting it away so I could sink my teeth into her perfect, unmarked flesh. I adjusted my crotch and exhaled, making my feet move closer to where she was now lowering herself to sit crossed legged on the floor.

I sat down opposite her, effectively keeping her at arm’s length. It took a hell of a lot of fucking effort.

Fuck, this was going to be a long afternoon.

‘Go on then, release the straps.’ She looked up at my choice of words and I smiled at her so she could catch my euphemism.

She smiled and shook her head at me, but the start of a blush was unmistakable.

The hamper lid lifted and for a few seconds I couldn’t see her. I leant back into the couch behind me and bent one leg up at the knee to rest my forearm on it. I could hear the rustling of plastic and I finally heard a small laugh.



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