Page 71 of Make Me Swoon

He’s looking at me like I’m gorgeous. No one ever has before and I was alright with that. I was the slightly crazy, cute friend who likes to wear bright colors and can never seem to sit still. I’m used to the friendly smiles from guys but Jameson has never looked at me like that, I realize.

“Have you wanted me since I started working for you?” I whisper against his lips and his brown eyes meet mine.

“Since before. Since the hospital. You walked in and knocked me off my feet. I’ve been trying not to maul you ever since.”

“So, when I asked if I could date other guys,” I start and he closes his eyes like he’s in pain.

“Never talk about that again,” he says as he buries his face in my neck and I grin.

“Guess I should take down all of my online dating profiles then, huh?” I tease him and he glares down at me.

“Yes! No dating anyone,” he mumbles, giving me a hard look and I giggle.

“I was joking! I haven’t signed up for anything.”

“Good,” he says and then his lips are back on mine.

I open for him this time, wanting to know his taste and he eagerly slips his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine.

I know that we haven’t figured anything out, that us both admitting to our attractions may have just made things worse between us, but I can’t seem to care right now.

Not when his mouth is on mine and his fingers are slipping up my leg and under my pajama shorts. Not when he’s so close to that spot that’s been aching for him.

“Yes!” I gasp as his finger slides up my core.

Jameson hums against my mouth, his finger working lower and dipping into my dripping wet pussy. I wiggle against him, begging for more, for I don’t even know what. I just need him to take this ache away and I somehow know that he’s the only one who will be able to do it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as his thumb finds my clit and presses down.

“Jameson?” Faith calls from upstairs.

“No,” Jameson and I both groan at the same time and it would be funny if I wasn’t so ridiculously turned on right now.

We pull apart and stare at each other for a beat. When Faith calls for him again, he gives me a forced smile and drops a kiss on my lips once more before he adjusts himself in his pajamas and goes to check on her.

I watch him go, trying to get my heart and body under control. There’s no way that I’m going to be able to sleep now, but I still grab my glass of water and head upstairs to my room.

Jameson is still with Faith so I slip silently into my room and close the door. I look at the bed, biting my lip, but I know that if I don’t come, then I won’t be able to fall asleep.

I slip off my pajamas and climb onto my bed. I’m still on my hands and knees, pulling back the covers when the door opens and I hear Jameson curse behind me.

I squeak, diving underneath the covers and praying to God that it was too dark in here for him to make out much.

“Nope, not happening,” he growls, tugging the blankets away from me.

“Oh hey,” I start and he gives me a hard look.

“I did this,” he says, grabbing my knee and pulling my legs apart. He runs one finger up my center and I tense, my nipples hardening to little points. “I get to clean it up.”

I barely have time to react before he’s dragging me to the side of the bed and dropping down onto his knees. I try to lean up on my elbows but when his tongue drags a path up between my pussy lips, my arms give out.

“Oh!” I cry, trying not to be too loud.

He moans, his tongue circling my clit and I stop thinking after that. I’m nothing but feeling. With every swipe of his tongue, he drives me higher. Every time he circles my clit, I’m that much closer to the peak. When he pushes one long, thick finger inside of me, rubbing that secret spot while he sucks my clit into his mouth, I come.

“Jameson!” I cry, remembering to bury my face in the blankets at the last second so that I don’t wake up Faith.

He holds my legs open, licking me through my orgasm and I shiver and shake on the bed, too weak to beg him to stop.

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