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An Excerpt From: VEGAS STYLE
Copyright © CHERYL DRAGON, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“I’m supposed to be working,” she whispered against his
lips.
“That’s right and you haven’t said a thing about my
tux.” He wasn’t going to let her slip away that fast.
“Let me see.” Viv stepped back slowly to study him. “You
clean up nice. Is this Bruce’s choice?”
“No good?” he asked.
“It’s fine. Not my first choice but it’ll work. You’ll
look better in it than the groom.”
“Is that your personal opinion?” J.R. closed in on her
again.
“And my professional one.” She adjusted his tie and
smoothed her hands over his vest. “Bruce doesn’t have the shoulders to fill
it out. All men look good in tuxes but having the right build adds to the
effect you have on women.”
“Maybe I should buy it rather than rent it.” He kissed
her neck and felt her press closer for better contact as her fingers slid
into his hair.
“No,” Viv insisted quickly. “I mean if you really want
to buy a tux I’ll help you pick out a better one for you. I’d still rather
see you out of everything but it appears circumstances are against us for
now. I have to work with this establishment and can’t get caught in the
act.”
“So it crossed your mind too.” J.R. dropped another kiss
on her mouth.
“Of course, but I don’t want Dawn or Ginger walking in
on us.” Viv sounded very serious.
J.R. didn’t care. He slid a hand up her thigh and under
her tailored skirt.
Her fingers braced on his shoulder. “What are you
doing?”
“What I can until you find a way to be alone with me.”
J.R.’s fingers slid under her lace panties and teased her outer lips. Slick
and bare, no curls like in his fantasy. The reality of her wet pussy made
him hard.
“We couldn’t be alone last night thanks to your family,”
she gasped.
“I’ll make it up to you now.” Kissing her mouth, J.R.
eased two fingers into her folds and her warm dampness enveloped him.
Viv leaned against the wall, opening herself as she
tugged her skirt higher. Then her fingers went in search of him. She
fumbled with his zipper until he grabbed her hand.
“One at a time,” he whispered in her ear.
She groaned and leaned up, kissing him more intensely.
J.R.’s fingers eased to her entrance and stroked her
pussy as it grew wetter and wetter. Viv did her best to fuck his fingers
but he controlled it, he wanted to play and watch her come. Massaging her
wet inner folds, he felt her hard clit. Viv tensed against him as he
circled and pressed the pleasure point. Her hips bucked for more contact
and he pinched the clit between his thumb and index finger.
Viv went rigid and clutched him. He watched her come as
her eyes glazed over and she bit her lower lip to keep quiet. After a few
moments, she rocked her hips, letting her clit graze his finger as she
wound down from her orgasm.
The pleasure was written on her face as J.R. gently
removed his fingers and Viv’s eyes closed and
opened. J.R. licked his fingers, spicy and warm like her. “Feel better?”
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