Page 14 of Purrfectly Kissed

Fuck yeah, she did. Jess liked her body. No apologies. Why the fuck should she make one? Curvy girls rocked. Everyone knew thick thighs made great earmuffs. At least that was what her pjs said. Being a virgin, it was beyond her realm of expertise.

Anyway, this curvy girl one happened to like pretty things. She wanted clothes that made her feel feminine without shaming her body type. And she offered that to every bigger girl out there.

Jessica’s Closetprovided her with an outlet to help other big and small women alike find clothes to make them feel pretty, too.

She used to think her store was all she needed. But she was getting older now, and she wanted a mate. She’d finally realized after humiliating herself by running after Lance for the past few months. Her attempts at vamping him had yielded zero results, and while it had hurt at first, she was glad now.

The slightly younger Tiger was a straight up playa. She was fine with his attitude about little or no stings stress relief sex. Wanted it herself, in fact. But he had too much respect for her brother, the Neta, to mess around with her.

She accepted the letdown gracefully. It wasn’t like she’d offered herself to him, but it had been a near thing. Thankfully, he’d spared her the embarrassment very tactfully.

“You’re not like the other women in the Pride, Jessi-cat. You’re the Neta’s sister. You’re special. Someday, you will meet a great guy who will want nothing better than to kiss you silly for days on end. I just hope he’s worthy of you.”

Lance’s words had resonated with her. Even after he’d patted her shoulder in a brotherly way and walked off.

That image of being kissed silly for days remained after she’d already dismissed the big Tiger. It was etched in her mind, a fantasy she could picture, but not really because, well, like with the rest of her body, her lips had been fairly unused.

Was it possible to receive kisses that could last for days? The idea had both her human and feline sides burning up with curiosity.

Prrrrrrrrrrrrr.

That was exactly what Jessica wanted.

A big, hunky man who desired her above all others. One who wanted to get to know her mind as well as her body. And most of all, who wanted to kiss her silly for days on end.

So yeah, she was technically twenty minutes early for her time slot with Uncle Uzzi. Since it didn’t look like anyone was with the enigmatic Witch, she took a chance and walked into the room with a large dish of honey oatmeal cookies and chocolate caramel brownie bites courtesy of her Nari. Elissa was truly one hell of a cook.

“Come in dear, and please, call me Uncle Uzzi,” the Male Witch smiled at Jessica and held out his hand.

It was warm and surprisingly strong. For a moment, she thought she felt a buzz where their palms had touched.

Uncle Uzzi was an older gentleman, but he was not fragile. He was a supernatural, a Witch, and despite the white beard and the slight crinkling at the corners of his sparkling blue eyes, he was powerful. Flecks of light flickered throughout his gaze, signaling his Magic was joining them for this conversation.

Jessica ignored the little shocks she felt when Uncle Uzzi squeezed for just a moment. Her own Tiger crept forward, sniffing at the Witch before settling down. Her animal more than approved of Uncle Uzzi. The she-Cat was eager to be mated and claimed, and this was her best chance.

Prrrrrrr.

“My dear, you have the most unique teal colored eyes I have ever seen, tell me, does your Tiger have them as well?” Uncle Uzzi asked.

“Yes, actually,” Jessica replied.

She felt herself blushing and sighed in resignation. It was not an attractive look on natural redheads, but she couldn’t help it. Jess just did not get compliments often.

“Marvelous! Now, why are you here?”

“Well, I know it’s not my turn yet-”

“That’s alright. Looks like my first client is a little busy at the moment. So dating has been rough, huh?” he asked, and remarkably, she felt a connection with him.

“You have no idea. I mean, Hunter is a great brother, but he can be a little, well, a little, uh-”

“He’s beenpussy-blockingyou, right?” Uncle Uzzi nodded knowingly.

“Um, what?” she asked, eyes wide with surprise.

“You are Tigers here? Felines? Pussycats, yes? And your Alpha male brother has been denying you some much needed sexy times, am I right? I believepussy-blockingis the correct term,” Uncle Uzzi smiled mischievously and bit into a brownie.

“Liebling, only one, I promise,” he said to no one at all.

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