Page 50 of Djinn in Love

“Do you?” he pushed.

Veronica’s face turned bright red, the blush working its way down her neck and into her chest. “Jasper…”

When she didn’t finish her thought, he took another step forward. She backed up and kept backing up until her back was pressed against the opposite wall.

“Why won’t you answer me?” he asked.

Her eyes darted everywhere but his face. He hooked a finger beneath her chin, tilting it up. “Look at me.”

Blinking rapidly, she did as he demanded.

“My father always told me that I would know the woman who was meant for me when I saw her. He said that within ten minutes of meeting her, he knew my mother was the woman for him. That he would love her for the rest of his life. I havehim beat because I knew the moment you looked up at me from behind your computer at Mystical Matchmakers. It was like a kick to the gut, but it didn’t hurt at all.”

Her eyes grew shiny at his words. “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

“Ten minutes, remember? I’ve known you for six weeks. Almost seven. That seems like a lifetime in comparison. Just tell me how you feel, Veronica.”

She took a shaky breath, her eyes still damp. “I’m falling for you. When I told you about my vision of my own wedding, it was your face I saw.”

He cupped her face, kissing her lightly. “I was ready to cancel my membership last week. Not because I still didn’t want a date, but because I was hoping you’d finally say yes when I asked you out if I was no longer a client.”

“It’s crazy. We barely know each other.”

“It’s not crazy to me. Things are happening exactly like they’re supposed to.”

He kissed her again, deeper and harder this time. His hands went around her waist, pulling her closer. Veronica leaned into him, her hands clutching at his shoulders and back, fingertips digging into his muscles.

When he cupped her ass and lifted her, she moaned against his tongue and twined her legs around his hips. There was a small chaise lounge against the wall to his left. Jasper carried her over there and sat down with her on his lap.

Some of Veronica’s shyness had vanished the night before and even more seemed to be gone tonight. She rocked against him, her fingers fisting his hair and the heat of her pussy pressing against his cock.

His fingers slipped beneath the bottom hem of her dress, pushing the fabric above her hips, baring the tiny, sheer panties she wore. He cupped and rubbed her hips before latching onehand on each globe of her ass. He controlled her movements, rocking her slower and harder.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, making his scalp sting, but Jasper loved it. It meant that Veronica was losing herself in the moment, just like he was.

He released her ass and ran a hand up her bare back to the halter strap that secured the dress behind her neck. With a quick tug, the knot was undone, and the material fell away from her breasts.

She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the garment and her nipples were flushed and peaked as he looked at them and ran the tip of his tongue over them. Veronica reached down and started slipping the buttons free from his shirt. She shoved the fabric apart and leaned down to run her tongue and lips over his chest and neck. He lifted her off his lap, setting her on her feet in front of him.

Reaching beneath the skirt of her dress, he hooked the straps of her panties with his fingers and pulled them down. Once she was bare, he leaned back and tackled his own belt and pants. As soon as he pulled his cock free, Veronica dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his erection.

He hissed out a breath when she leaned forward and opened her mouth. He couldn’t speak as her tongue stroked up one side of his dick before flicking the head. Bit by bit, she slid more of him into her mouth, sucking, licking, and using her hand to stroke him. Jasper’s head fell back, and he groaned as she took him deeper. Careful not to hurt her, he fisted his hands in her hair. He didn’t push or shove her head, just held on for dear life because her mouth felt amazing.

As he got close to the edge, he tightened his hold on her curls. “Hold on, Veronica. Wait.”

She didn’t hear him because she kept going, sucking even harder and nearly making him come in her mouth.

“Stop, Veronica,” he demanded.

She lifted her mouth off his cock, her lips shiny, and swallowed. “Why?”

His answer was to yank her up onto his lap and settle her on top of him. His hands explored her breasts and ass before his right hand moved to her pussy. He groaned again when his index finger trailed over her clit to her slippery entrance.

“Sucking my dick turned you on, didn’t it?” he asked.

She nodded instead of answering out loud, something she still did with him sometimes. Part of it was her innate shyness and the rest was that she was so consumed by the sensations he evoked in her body that she couldn’t speak, much less think clearly enough to form a complete sentence.

Gathering the wetness from her pussy, he brought it to her clit and circled the little nub. Veronica’s hips moved in time with his touch, pressing down harder into his hand.

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