Page 19 of The Naughty List

“Yes…” she says. “Please fuck me.”

And with that, I slide inside of her, her pussy practically choking the life out of my cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I tell her as she squeezes around me. “Holy fuck.”

She curls her legs around me and pulls me deeper inside of her as I kiss her, pumping into her, unable to think of any fucking thing aside from how insanely perfect she feels wrapped around my cock.

“Right there,” she says, and I thrust into her at an angle as my climax taunts me. “I’m going to come. God, you feel so good. My god.” Tillie’s words are my undoing, and thankfully, I feel her pulsate as she loses control and shatters around me. Before I can even realize what she’s doing, she slides off me and brings her head down onto my cock to finish me. She sucks my cock like she was born to do it, and the fact that she’s licking all of her release off of me in combination with how warm and wet her mouth feels on my cock sends me into fucking oblivion. I release into her mouth and she takes every single drop down like the perfect fucking angel that she is.

“Fuck, Tillie.”

My words are short and clipped as I spasm and she finally comes up for air.

“Yes,” she says. “I’d love to fuck you again but you’ll have to give me a few minutes.” She laughs and I shake my head, collapsing onto the bed with her in my arms.

SEVENTEEN

TILLIE

Festival Day

My heart is sofull it feels like it could burst. Seeing everything I worked so hard for in the last month come to life and go as perfectly as it has is an early Christmas miracle.

The icing on this already perfect day is that Will, Catherine, and Eloise made the trip out to spend the night with Will’s parents and to come to the festival.

Much like Will and Catherine, his parents immediately took Sawyer into their hearts. Every time I saw Sawyer today, he was with someone different. Our family might not be the traditional kind, but I’m so thankful for the people that showed up for him… and for me.

As I walk by the cookie decorating booth, seeing six foot, grump-faced Bennett Winters frosting a snowman sugar cookie with Sawyer, I worry about what will happen next week when we don’t come back to the farm. Last night, he told Meri he loved her. Something I’ve never heard him tell anyone, not even me, unprompted. I don’t know who was more misty-eyed - me or Mer.

And truth be told, I’m going to miss it too. The people. Janet’s breakfasts, Meri’s dinners, and Ivy House coffee. Clara and Noelle are the first women friends I’ve had as adults. I’ve been friendly with co-workers, but I’ve never let people in for long enough to think there’s a chance I would miss them when they weren’t in my life anymore.

The farm is only an hour away from my apartment, but after this weekend, I won’t have a reason to come here every day. I won’t be in town on Wednesdays to meet Clara for lunch. This thing, whatever it is, with Elliott isn’t serious. We have no titles or labels. So, who knows what’s going to happen.

Speaking of Elliott…

“I take it back.” He grins as he approaches me.

We’re standing right next to the mistletoe kissing booth. As expected, it’s been a hit. Even couples have donated money just to take pictures together in the booth. We agreed last night sometime between my second and third orgasm that neither of us would be participating in the booth. Well, technically, Elliott’s exact words were, “if I see another guy kissing you, I’m going to need to be bailed out of jail” and we agreed that would not be ideal on festival day.

Mer insisted that Sawyer and I spend the night in the guest house again yesterday and tonight. I agreed, wholeheartedly this time, because being here already allowed me to be up and about, getting all the last minute things done at six o’clock this morning.

My blood type is probably Ivy House coffee with the amount of coffee I’ve ingested today. Being up by six isn’t anything new, but sneaking men into my bedroom at midnight and kissing him goodbye before he tiptoed back out the door around three sure is. It’s been a week now since Elliott and I have been sneaking around, stealing kisses while no one is looking. Last night was the first night we’d beentogethersince the morning after the storm. Unless you count the Facetime sex on Wednesday.

“Take what back?” I ask as he pulls his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

It’s really unnatural how fucking attracted I am to a man in blue jeans, work boots, and a Carhartt jacket. I’ve always gone for the business district men. I certainly don’t hate the idea of seeing Elliott all cleaned up, in a suit, but I definitely underestimated how fucking sexy a hardworking man in Wranglers is.

“The kissing booth,” he says, pulling a small stack of bills from his wallet. “You should do it. Right now.”

I roll my eyes before lowering my voice. “Are you out of your mind? I can’t kiss you here. Our families -”

“Already know,” chuckles a voice from behind us. Warmth flushes over my entire body when I turn and see Meri and Brighton both standing behind us. “You’re not as smooth as you think you are.”

I groan, glancing up to Elliott, who just shrugs.

“Do you have a minute, Tillie?” Brighton asks, pointing to an open space. “Meri and I have something we need to talk to you about.”

My stomach sinks. Anxiety bubbles in my chest and I immediately go into “fix-it” mode. I’m supposed to get my final check tomorrow. If they’re unhappy, they aren’t going to want to pay and I need that money.

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