Page 75 of When Glitter Meets Gold

Then, her entire face lights up, and his only capable reaction is to go ahead and light up with her. He’s grinning like a fool again. How was she doing this to him? “The foundation sounds amazing. She would have been so proud.”

Then, right as he’s about to pull her onto his lap, she narrows her eyes, and pulls her mouth to one side as a contemplative grin takes shape on her glowing face. She’s springing up from the sofa and tiptoeing across the room before he can reach her.

“Where you going?” J asks suspiciously.

“To get dessert,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swishing in his gray boxer briefs she’s knotted at the waist so they hug her ass in all the right places.

Dessert?He doesn’t have anything for dessert. He eats out every night, the kitchen is just for interior design consistency, and apparently now for making Sara orgasm on his countertops… She’d no doubt return empty handed. He’s about to grab his phone and order in more food for them when she skips back into the room, holding the jar of honey he gave her above her head like a trophy.

A laugh rumbles out of him. “That’s your dessert?”

“This isourdessert.” She corrects him as she climbs onto the sofa, placing one foot either side of his legs before lowering herself onto his lap. “I want you to try it with me.”

Three, two, one…

He counts back in his head before the first twitch in his cock arrives.

She nestles herself in his lap, circling her hips to get comfortable.

Yup, that’ll do it.

Then, she unscrews the lid of the jar, bracelets jangling on her wrist as she twists. J watches her, wondering if she’s aware of how sexy she’s making such a mundane gesture look.

She tilts the jar, and before a lump can spill out and drip all over him, J scoops it up with the side of his ring finger. But just as he’s about to wipe it against the side of the glass, Sara takes his hand and sticks it right in her mouth.

His eyes widen as she sucks the honey from his finger.

“Walked right into that didn’t I?” He smirks.

She nods as a muffled, “mhmm”comes from her throat as she wraps her whole mouth around his finger, sucking and swirling her tongue.

“Knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”

“Mhmm.”She swirls her tongue around his finger again.

“You showing me something?” His pulse quickens. “Showing me what you’d like to do to a certain part of me?”

She grins. He pulls his hand back from her lips, only to plunge his middleandring fingers into the jar again before jamming them right back in her mouth.

She sucks again, making all kinds of enticing sounds from her filled up mouth.

She’s comfortable with him. She’d walked in earlier to do a business deal and now she’s sucking honey from his fingers while his T-shirt clings to her tits and shows off how hard her nipples are beneath her lacey bra.

Which is no doubt the reason she runs her hands down his torso, then stops at the waistband of his sweatpants, running her fingers across the seam before she attempts to plunge her hand beneath the material.

Attempts,because he takes his hand from her mouth and catches her wrist.

“I told you, tonight’s about you,” he says, smirking. “Am I gonna wonder why the hell I didn’t let you wrap yourself around my dick and stroke me until I can’t remember my own name? Sure. But I’m keeping my word. Tonight’s about getting you off, I ask for nothing in return.”

He let’s go of her wrist, sliding both hands beneath the T-shirt, up her ribcage and then to her back where he unhooks her bra and lets it fall around her waist. His hands move to seek out her breasts. Her round, full breasts he can’t wait to get better acquainted with.

“But I at least want to touch it…” She pouts, her eyes fixating on the bulge forming in his pants.

“Probably a good idea, see what you’re getting yourself into.”

“What?” She laughs. He’s not offended, because he knows he can back it up. “Oh my god, you think I can’t handle you?”

He leans his head back, grinning. “Why don’t you tell me?”

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