Page 3 of Purrfect Planning

I follow her into a large storage closet and she grabs the brush out of her purse and comes towards me like she’s going to take care of it herself.

I don’t want her to touch my body again because I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to control myself. “I’ll take care of that, thank you.” I reach out a hand and she slips me the brush. Her slim hand brushes mine and I groan again. That tingle again. Jeez!

As I bend down to brush the white hairs off my dark slacks, I can hear the wind howling outside. Another slam into the side of the building and then the door slams shut.

“Oh shit!” I jump when Aspen runs at the door and groans, pushing and pulling at it.

Jerking upright, my eyes widen as she huffs and growls like a little kitten, jerking and pulling at the door.

“What’s going on?” I wander over and push at the door. But it doesn’t budge and a chill runs down my spine. “Tell me that this door isn’t stuck.”

She sighs and slides down the wall. “Actually, that’s exactly what this is. The door tends to jam. I should have propped the dang thing open.”

“Hey.” I slide down the wall beside her and hug her shivering body against me. “It’s not your fault.”

She turns her face into my shoulder and I pat her back, feeling that tremor in my gut again. Her breath huffs into my throat and I clench my teeth as my cock jerks again, slamming into my zipper like a wild animal, trying to get to her soft body.

I want her. And this is not good. I’m trapped right now.

“Is there anybody else in this building?” I breathe heavily. Hope dies a sudden death as she shakes her head, burying it further into my chest. Her little hand catches on my shirt and she twists the buttons in her fingers.

“Okay. Well, I guess we might as well get comfortable for right now since I have no idea how long we’re going to be stuck here. So why don’t you tell me about yourself. Are you from here?”

She lifts her head and sighs. “I am. Lived here most of my life.”

“Any family here?” I wish I hadn’t asked the question when pain shimmers in her deep blue eyes.

“No. My mom passed away about a year ago.”

“I’m so sorry.” I pat her hand and fight the urge to pull her tight to me and kiss her cheek, her lips, her eyes. Everywhere.

She lifts her face and her full lower lip quivers and I’m a goner. I lean down and take her mouth softly, gently, wanting to steal the sadness from her pretty eyes.

But it takes only seconds for a fire to burn wildly in my body, unleashing a desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My hand slips up and catches her soft cheek, tilting her head to give me more room to work, to devour her soft moans and run my tongue along her lips, demanding entry.

She reaches up and her arms surround me, her fingers digging into my shoulders and tangling wildly in my hair.

Lust coils in my belly and I groan, tugging her up until she’s on my lap, her hips straddling me so that her soft pink dress rolls up her thick thighs and she growls under her breath.

Her breath huffs out heavily and she rubs her body against me, sighing and moaning.

I pull back and almost grind my teeth together. She looks stunning. Her mousy hair cascades wantonly around her slim shoulders and her pale cheeks are flushed a deep rose. Her eyes open and they’re deep, dark pools of indigo ink, pupils blown. Her mouth.

Oh my god, her mouth! Soft and deep rose, plush and perfect. She licks her lips and I growl, barely leashing the hunger coiling inside me.

“Aspen…tell me to stop. Tell me that we can’t do this.”

Her body melts into mine and she sighs deeply. “I want this. I want you. I don’t want to stop.”

And that’s it for me. I know there are other things I should be asking here. Other things I should be thinking about. But I don’t. I can’t think. My mouth crushes hers and I grasp the bottom of the soft pink dress, pulling it over her head. My hands caress her warm flesh, digging in and roughly kneading all those voluptuous curves that have been tempting me since I first laid eyes on her mere minutes ago.

I lift my head and growl like a madman when I see her in just a deep rose lace bra and panty that bares her lush ass, barely covering any part of it.

“Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous, woman!”

She smiles slightly and that’s all it takes. The next thing I know we’re ripping and pulling at clothes. She jerks at my shirt and buttons fly into the corners, pinging lightly. I cup her ass and then run my fingers up under the edges of her panties, yanking them until the delicate seams shred.

My fingers tug at the back of her bra as she yanks at my zipper, our lips running along bare flesh until my cock is rock-hard and aching to be inside her. She tastes sinfully sweet and I shudder as her fingertips barely graze my dick.

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