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Page 50 of Just Like That

My blood warmed as Hazel tilted her chin in a defiant way that made my blood hum. Her eyes were ablaze, like she got off on the way I had been staring at her tits.

She isn’t afraid of you.

My fingers curled around the edge of her chair and my grip tightened. My cock hardened and pressed against the zipper of my jeans, begging for release.

I wanted nothing more than for her to crawl on my lap and ride my dick until we were both exhausted.

“Hazel.” My voice was an unrecognizable growl as her soft brown eyes lifted to mine. Struggling to hold myself back, I tried like hell to keep things appropriate. “I think we should call it a night.”

Her cheek twitched with a smile and she leaned in. Her cinnamon and citrus scent snapped through me as her breath floated over my ear. “What if I’m not tired?”

I knew she was baiting me. The tether on my control was fraying, about to snap.

I knew better than to get involved with a woman like Hazel Adams. She was too wild, too alluring, too fucking perfect.

The walls I’d built over the years were meant to protect me. Protect everyone. It was safer to have them securely in place, but something about Hazel made the reasons for those protections seem irrelevant.

My knuckles trailed up the outside of her arm, taking my time and savoring the softness of her skin. I glided across her collarbone and along the column of her neck. My hand slid into her hair, combing through her strawberry blond strands.

Hazel tilted her head, allowing me access to caress and luxuriate in her softness. She was trapped between my knees, but it was me who was unable to move.

“What are we doing?” she asked, closing her eyes and reveling in my touch.

I have no fucking clue, honestly, but I don’t want to stop.

I leaned in, letting my nose brush against her jawline. “I’m seeing if those cards are full of shit or not.”

I was crossing lines left and right. The moment I yanked her chair forward and crowded her space, everything shifted. I paused to look into her eyes as they fluttered open.

They were dancing with delight. With certainty.

I could feel myself falling. A smile stretched, unused and uncomfortable, across my face as I leaned in. I pressed my mouth to hers and was met with warm, willing lips. Hazel opened for me, tilting her head to accept the kiss.

My hand cupped the side of her face and I shifted, deepening the kiss. Her gentle whimper fueled a deep and wanting hunger. I couldn’t remember a time when something as simple as a kiss had been so intoxicating. From a single kiss my chest felt cracked open and exposed.

Raw.

Hazel’s fingertips smoothed over my shoulders, pulling our bodies closer. They slid up the back of my neck and across the short crop of hair at the base of my skull.

I had fantasized about the moment we would kiss again, and it wouldn’t be an impulsive, emotion-fueled mistake. My pathetic, late-night fantasies didn’t even come close to the real thing. No—she was so much more.

She was everything.

Her short, flowy skirt was riding high on her knees. I gripped the flesh at her hips and in one move dragged her onto my lap.

Hazel yelped, and I swallowed her sweet little gasp with another kiss. Her ass ground into my hard cock as she shifted her hips. Her tits pressed against me, and I moved one hand up to cup her breast, moving my thumb to graze over her hard nipple. Her bra was thin, and I gently toyed with her piercing. She sucked her breath in a hiss.

I held back, easing away when she pressed her hips into me. “No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

My dick twitched against my pants, hating the fabric that kept me from being able to plunge into her. My hands slid up her thighs, moving under her skirt to grip her ass as she rocked her pussy over my cock.

I eased back from the kiss to look up at her. Hazel’s hair was wild and falling in a soft red curtain around her face. Her pupils were wide with desire, and for the moment she wasmine.

“More,” she demanded.

I teased the silky hem of her thong. “More what?”

She lowered her head for another kiss. “More you. More everything. Just ... more.”




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