Ferrelli's Restaurant by B.L. Wilson

Author:B.L. Wilson [Wilson, B.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sample disclaimer
Publisher: Patchwork Bluez
Published: 2017-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

The Jeep pulled up and parked behind Leah’s little silver roadster. Maria studied Leah as she slept comfortably against her shoulder. She let her sleep for the next fifteen minutes. She enjoyed watching Leah’s chest rise and fall, and listening to her regular even breathing. She finally shrugged a shoulder, then whispered, “Hey, Sleepyhead, we’re here. It’s time to wake up and open those amazing eyes of yours.” She smiled when Leah opened sleepy eyes, spotted her face, then closed them quickly.

“Just let me sleep here. I’m too tired to move a muscle,” Leah murmured.

“Nope. I can’t do that when there’s a warm bed inside waiting for you.” She leaned across Leah’s chest to unbuckle her seatbelt and came around the other side of the car, opening the door. “Scoot toward me.”

Leah groaned, opening one sleepy eye. “You aren’t going to leave me be, are you?”

“Nope, but I will carry you inside if you want.”

Leah opened both eyes to study Maria. “I’m not the smallest person in the world. How do I know you wouldn’t drop me on my ass?”

“I didn’t drop you before, did I?” Maria grinned, then winked at Leah. “I kind of like your ass without dents and abrasions. Just trust me and scoot over here.” She watched Leah hesitate again, but exhaustion finally won. Leah scooted to the edge of the bucket seat and Maria lifted her easily and back kicked the door shut. “Hmm. You don’t weigh as much as I thought you would.”

“Christ! Ferrelli, what a horrid thing to say to me. I could pinch the shit out of your tits right now,” Leah threatened, running a light hand across Maria’s chest, searching for an opening on her sweatshirt, then remembering it was a sweatshirt with no zippers. Her hand kept searching for and finding stiffening nipples to play with.

“O-o-o, don’t do that or I’ll drop you. I can’t fight that,” Maria moaned, then hurried down the steps to the ground floor’s entrance. That touch, that simple contact between Leah’s hand and her body, was arousing her again. Afraid she might drop her precious cargo, she rested Leah’s body against the alarmed and locked door.

Leah had other ideas. She squirmed in Maria’s arms until Maria set her down gently then tried to back away, but she stopped that action. She reached up to pull Maria close by, yanking on the neckline of her sweatshirt. “C’mere, you,” she whispered. When Maria obeyed, Leah unbuttoned her suit jacket just as she’d done in the Jeep. Then she pushed up the sweatshirt to expose the bottom of Maria’s stark white bra. She kissed her way down to Maria’s waistband. She delighted in watching Maria’s abdomen twitch and her body tremble. “It seems, my dear Ferrelli, that I may have to carry you inside.”

Maria moaned, then reached out to steady her aroused body by holding on to Leah’s shoulders. “You have to stop that. You don’t know what it does to me.”

“I didn’t know before, but I do now.

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