Page 40 of Sweet Pea

“That’s true. Plus, no matter who it is, I’m bringing the same gift I bring everyone on every occasion.”

“You can never go wrong with good booze.”

“It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” I smiled.

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Sweet Pea picked meup right on time and I licked my lips as soon as I opened the door. Lordy, the man was a walking monument to the Nordic gene pool. “Hi,” I breathed out.

“Jesus Christ, Callie. What the fuck are you wearing?” he asked, walking inside and closing the door.

I glanced down my body and shrugged. I wore my Jimmy Choo lace up boots, a leather mini skirt and a Harley-Davidson T-shirt I’d cut up to give it a more ‘biker’ chic feel. “You said casual. Is it too casual? Do I look bad?”

“No, baby, the problem is you look fuckin’ edible.”

I smiled. “I want to make a good impression on your friends.”

“The only good impression you should care about is mine.”

I grabbed my bag, dropping my keys inside. “Oh, I took care of that as well.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, I reached up and tugged gently on his beard. “I’m not wearing panties.”

He let out a quiet hiss. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’d never kid about panties, Pea.”

Before I could fully register what he was doing, my purse was removed from my hands and dropped on the floor, and my skirt was slid up my thighs.

“Fuck,” he rasped, as he knelt in front of me, pressing his face between my legs.

I gripped his shoulders for balance. “What are you doing, you maniac? We need to go.”

“We’ve got time.” He ran his tongue over my clit, sliding one hand between my thighs. “Spread, Callie.”

I spread a little more and he pressed two fingers inside of me, his thumb tapping my clit as his fingers moved. Before I could come, however, he pulled out and stood.

“What are you doing?” I growled.

He grinned, unbuttoning his jeans. “You feel like gettin’ bendy?”

“I love bendy.” I bit my lip and grinned. “Bendy’s my favorite.”

“Sofa,” he ordered, and I made my way to the sofa and bent over the arm.

He gently kicked my legs apart and he squeezed my ass. “Did I tell you not to wear panties, Callie?”

“No.”

His hand landed on my right cheek with a loud slap. “What happens when you do things like that without permission?”

“Hopefully, equal amounts of ass slappery,” I sassed.

I was rewarded with my left cheek being smacked and I felt my pussy contract with need. I raised a hand to reach for him, but he smacked me again.

“Did I say you could move?” he challenged. “Grip the armrest, Callie.”

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