Page 22 of Charmed and Alarmed

“Your breasts?” he clarifies calmly, his gaze turning down to watch himself touch them.

I nod, torn between feeling self-conscious and turned on by the way he’s looking at my body. “They’re small,” I say with a quiet, nervous laugh. “Honor used to tease me I was president of theItty Bitty Titty Committee.”

Holden snorts, but I don’t think he’s laughing at the joke. “Take my cock out.” Glancing up, I find his eyes already on me, an eyebrow lifted and a smirk curving his full lips. “Go on, princess.”

Some of my tension bleeds away, and I’m practically panting as my hands move to his belt, guiding the expensive leather open. Beneath, Holden’s erection is straining against the material of his dress pants, and I bite my lip, holding back a whimper as I pull down the zip.

Oh my god.

My previous worries that I was in over my head were one hundred percent justified. What is it about my dumb brain that makes me pick the path of most resistance in every part of my life? Why would I go to college like a normal person when I could try to succeed in an incredibly physically demanding, competitive field with no retirement plans? Why would my first time be with a sweet, considerate guy my age when, instead, I could give it up to my father’s big-dicked business partner?

Even through the material of his briefs, I can tell he’s longer than average, and thick too, with a dark, wet spot above where his tip has been leaking precum. “Does this look like I have a problem with your little tits?” I shake my head, my chest burning, and Holden grunts in approval. “Do I need to come all over them to prove it?”

I let out a shaky little giggle. “I’ll take your word for it. Can we do it anyway, though?”

“Oh, princess. We’re going to do everything.”

9

HOLDEN

There has never been a time when I wasn’t focused on a dozen things at once. For as long as I can remember, my life has been a loud, Technicolor blur around me, overwhelming and all-consuming. Until now. Now, it’s as though everything has calmed and faded away, leaving me with just one thing. Her.

Lenora Vogel is standing in front of me with her shirt around her waist and a tiny white thong molded to her cunt, asking me to teach her how to fuck.

I might be shit at the other stuff, might have no idea what to do with the feelings for her that have been growing stronger by the day, but this? I can do this. I can give her a first time worth remembering. I can show her how fucking perfect her body is, and what she deserves from a lover, even if the thought of another man even looking at her makes me want to commit murder. That impulse can be dealt with later. At the moment, I have better things to think about.

Leni whimpers as I gather her top in my hands, dragging it down over her hips along with her panties, and my cock leaps at the sight of her bare for me. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

It’s the truth, and even if there is a spark of doubt in her dark eyes now, soon, she’ll know how deeply I mean those words. We aren’t leaving this bedroom until we’re crystal clear on that.

We kiss again, and my cock throbs in anticipation as her hands drift down my stomach to my briefs, pulling them aside so my length falls free, right into her waiting hands.

I can tell when she realizes what she’s feeling, as her lips still against mine and she looks between us, eyes widening. I feel myself grin. “You can touch it.”

Leni doesn’t hesitate, and I groan as her small, warm hand wraps more firmly around my cock, her thumb brushing over the lowest of my three piercings, a horizontal bar through the skin at the base of my shaft, topped on each side by a small, silver ball. All three are old, a relic of a particularly sex crazed part of my life, when fucking was the only thing important to me apart from my business. I don’t regret them, though, especially knowing what they’ll do for her.

“Does it hurt?” she asks tentatively, circling the piercing with her thumb.

Blowing out a long, rocky breath, I shake my head. “Not at all,” I assure her. “This one, here.” I cover her hand with mine, showing her how to play with it. “This one is for your clit.”

Leni lets out a breathy giggle. “I assumed as much.” Guiding her hand up, I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from groaning as her attention focuses on the second bar, running through the skin just below the flared head of my dick. “And this one?”

“Your G-spot,” I reply, and there’s no disguising the strain in my voice, or the way my dick twitches at her innocent question.

Precum is already leaking over the third and final piercing, a ring through the crown of my dick, and Leni’s breath catches along with mine as she slides her thumb over it. “Did you get them all at once?”

I nod, my jaw tight with the effort it takes to hold back and not lunge at her as she does it again. This is the most erotic moment of my life. Nothing and no one has turned me on more than this woman right now, and I’m determined not to rush this along. We have nothing but time. “Not a particularly pleasant experience, but I think you’ll be pleased I did.”

Emboldened, she tightens her grip, and this time, there’s no holding back the groan it draws from my chest. Leni’s eyes flick up, meeting mine, and I feel myself growing harder at the fire I see burning there. Neither of us says a word as she strokes me one more time, before her hands drift upward, working open the buttons of my shirt.

It falls to the bedroom floor with a quiet rustle, and Leni giggles, touching the dark ink that curls over both my arms, stopping a few inches above the place where my sleeves did. “I had no ideatheHolden Ellinger wasn’t as professional as he lets on,” she teases, going to work on my T-shirt now.

“Nobodyis calling me professional.” I help her, pulling it over my head. There are tattoos on my chest, too, and Leni’s teeth find her bottom lip as she skims her fingers over them, raising goosebumps in her wake. “Bram would kill me if they were visible, though. A lot of our clients are on the old-fashioned side.”

Saying my partner’s name while I’m standing in front of his naked daughter, my cock brushing her flat stomach, is more than slightly fucked up. Leni doesn’t seem bothered, though, as she finally lifts her gaze to meet mine, a little smirk curving her full lips.

Outside the window of the bedroom, the sun is setting, and, cocooned in dying light, it dimly registers that the rest of the world could cease to exist beyond these four walls and I wouldn’t give a damn. Everything I need is right here.

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