Page 20 of Off-Limits to the Grizzly

Oh god.

I’m dead.

Mr Johnson is telling me he has feelings for me? My heart is beating so fast I feel like it might explode. “And?”

“And what?” Confusion flashes in his irises. And suddenly, I see that he’s quaking. The most powerful man I’ve ever known is trembling in front of me.Because of how strongly he feels about me?

Gooseflesh breaks out all over my arms. Like I’m in a dream, I take a step closer to him, and another.

I’m scared as hell, but I’m not gonna stop now. With trembling fingers, I pop open the buttons on my shirt, so my bra is showing. “What if I feel the same?” I murmur.

“Oh, Blair,” he groans, leaning in. “You’re destroying me.”

And suddenly his mouth is on mine.

Mr Johnson is kissing me.

He’s really kissing me.

I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since I was like thirteen, and nothing that my adolescent brain dreamed up came close to this.

His lips sear mine. Hungry, insistent, snatching my breath away. He holds me tight against his body and plunges his tongue into my mouth, like he wants to draw out my soul. I swear I feel every drop of his need.

Then one of his hands comes up and grasps my breast.Oh, god.The feeling of his thumb chafing at my nipple. He’s being rough, but I love it. Love to feel the passion that has lain inside him all this time.

Impatiently, he tugs my shirt off my shoulders, then yanks my entire bra down. My tits spring out, exposed to his gaze. I close my eyes for a beat, so glad he’s the first man to ever see them. When his callused fingers touch my bare nipples for the first time, I bite back a moan.

His mouth moves onto my neck and he peppers burning kisses all over my skin, while muttering my name over and over,

Blair, baby.

So beautiful, sweetheart.

Then he crashes down to his knees and his hot mouth latches onto my hard, aching nipple.

I feel like he’s devouring me alive, and I freaking love it. I want him to possess every bit of me. Enter me, fill me. I want him so bad it hurts. At the same time, I’m shy to touch him. He’s still big, scary Mr Johnson.

When I slide my trembling fingers into his hair, something seems to snap in him. He lets out a ragged groan and reaches for the top button of my jeans.

Fuck.

My pussy is aching so much, it’s unreal. I’m so nervous, but Iwantthis to happen, like I’ve never wanted anything before.

Mr Johnson presses kisses all along my bare stomach, his soft stubble tickling my skin. He yanks down the zipper, and pulls the waistband down to my thighs…

And stops.

He lifts his head and looks me in the eyes.

I look down at him dizzily. I can see my bare tits, my pink lacy panties, and Mr Johnson on his knees, eyes burning with wild desire. A sight to knock a girl unconscious.

“You’re a virgin,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.

“Yeah.” A smile pulls at my lips. All these years I’ve felt like a loser for keeping my V-card. For not popping my cherry at a party like everyone else. But now I’m so glad I’ve kept it, so Mr Johnson can be my first.

But a look of dismay crosses his face. He shoots up to his feet and takes a big step away from me.

I see it. His… thing. His cock. Stretching out the front of his pants. It’s gigantic.

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