Page 37 of Love vs The Ooze Monster!
“Holy shit!” Boyd gasped in deep appreciation of her diligent efforts. “Mabel…Shit! I’m not going to hold on if…” He trailed off with a choked sound, his hand clenching on the wall beside her. “Don’t stop”
That sounded like a gold star performance review to her. Mabel loved this. The velvety soft tip of him was leaking thick fluid, lubricating her hand. His big body was aggressively trapping her, demanding her attention. The masculine scent of him filled her lungs. It was all delightfully uncivilized.
Boyd flicked open the buttons on the front of her dress. “I want to see all of you.”
She made a slight face. “There’s not much to see.”
He snorted. “Let’s agree to disagree on that one.” He tugged at the bow closing the front of her envelope chemise, revealing her breasts to his ravenous view. “You’re so beautiful.”
She glanced down, trying to see what he saw. “You think so?”
“I know so.” His fingers brushed over her nipple, smiling with satisfaction as it preened for him. “You were made for me.” He dipped his head to drag his tongue across one tight bud. “Just for me.”
Mabel sighed in bliss.
“I need you so much, Mabel.” He switched his attention to her other breast. “Jesus, I have been going out of my mind formonths. You walk into the warehouse every morning and I’m hard as a rock for the rest of the day.”
She smiled, feeling proud of that. “Are you?”
“Oh yeah… There’s not a damn thing I can do about it, either. Jacking off is just a temporary fix and no other woman is you.” He touched her hair, his gaze hot and his chest heaving. “I knew I was a goner, from the second I saw your amazing eyes.”
“I like your eyes, too, Boyd.”
“That’s lucky, since they’re fixed on you all the time.” He was massaging her breasts again, as if they fascinated him.
Mabel stroked him harder.
“Mine.” Boyd groaned, rocking against her. “Jesus, I’m going to come…” He was panting for oxygen, now. “Don’t let me stain that pretty green skirt. I want it pristine when I rip it off you later.”
“I’m going to hang it in my closet, well before eleven. You think I’ll let you ruin my favorite dress?”
His expression was glazed with passion. “I think you and me areit, doll.”
She smiled and squeezed him tight. “Mine.” She told him firmly.
That was all it took.
“Mabel.” Boyd came on a roar, his whole body shaking. His head went back, his expression twisted in rapture. “Jesus…finally.”
She leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw, as his tension eased. His face tipped down to nuzzle her cheek with a satiated growl. Possession and contentment radiated from him. This huge, wild predator was suddenly relaxed and under her thrall. Mabel Harrison had tamed a tiger.
“Are you able to research jellyfish, now?” She asked him primly.
“I can’t even remember my name, right now.” He murmured, his hands gliding over her body with unmistakable ownership. “Hey, if I buy you a sexy maid outfit, will you wear it later? I’ve pictured that, too.”
“No.”
“Sometimes, you’re an aviator, in my fantasies.” He tried. “You’d look amazing in pants and a little scarf. I can tie you up with it.”
“You’re being incorrigible. I hope you know that.”
“Will you go to the movies with me, then?”
She hesitated and met his eyes. “You want to go on a date?”
He nodded, one hand coming up to touch her cheek.
“You told Frances you’d sworn off dating.”
