Page 49 of Dangerous Encore
JOEL ANDBELLA
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Joel
Bella pressesher ass against my crotch as shestirs.
She's wearing her work outfit—a tight pencil skirt and a dark blouse. One that shows off herfantastictits.
I know we're doing something here, but for the life of me, I can't remember whatitis.
Thoughts are fleeing my brain at analarmingrate.
The view of her lacy bra isn't doing shit to help me regain myconcentration.
Fuck, she has aniceass.
And she smells sofuckinggood.
Even if the room is filled with the scent of citrus, sugar, and…cranberries?
Yeah.
That'sit.
We're making cranberrysauce.
Tomorrow isThanksgiving.
But that seems a lot less important than spreading her legs and divingbetweenthem.
I press my palm against her pelvis and pull her closer. "You need tocomenow."
She lets out a soft groan as she grinds her ass against me. Her eyes go to her cell, lying face up on the counter. "We have five moreminutes."
"You're trying to kill me,angel."
She laughs. "Why would I want to do somethinglikethat?"
I slide my hands over her hips. I'm seriously considering trying to get her off inthenext—
Four and a halfminutes.
I candoit.
But I want to savor herpleasure.
Fuckit.
I can't wait four and a halfminutes.
I can't wait anothersecond.
I drag my lips over her neck. "Panties off. You come now. Then we finish this—what the fuck is itagain?"
She sighs with pleasure as she grinds against me. "Cranberry sauce. Withpineapple."
It sounds familiar. I really should remember, what with us starting this recipe twentyminutesago.
