His Irresistible Darling - Sarah Randall Page 0,61

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He wanted to tell her to leave. To say, “Thanks for the kind offer, but no thanks,” and usher her quickly from his room, but actually all that managed to come out of his mouth was “eh?” Cool, Jumal, very cool.

He was now studying her face with the same intensity that she continued to stare at his erection, which was still proudly tenting his jogging bottoms like a tepee. What was she thinking? She took a step closer to the bed, her thighs now touching the bedspread.

“Pippa—” He started to shake his head in a weak attempt to stop her.

“Why?” she asked nervously, finally looking at his face. “Don’t you find me attractive?”

“Of course I do,” he admitted aloud for the first time, and waited for the thunderbolt to strike him down. “But, you’re my employee and—”

She held a hand up, and he shut up, under her complete control. “Temporarily—” she interrupted “—and actually, you aren’t paying me anything so—” She let her statement hang between them.

“And you’re my friend’s sister,” he tried to reason without much force.

She shrugged. “Hate to break it to you, but Matt’s really not that fond of you either,” she said light-heartedly. He grinned at her wicked teasing.

“And you’re too young.”

She pursed her lips and put her hand on her hips. “My mother was married by my age,” she told him. “So that it? Are you all out of excuses?”

He took a moment before closing his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath and nodding.

Suddenly she dropped to her knees at the side of his bed. She screwed up her face momentarily and quickly jumped up, leaned over him and grabbed the pillow he’d discarded. She popped it under her knees, which brought her torso higher. She licked her lips unknowingly, he thought, as she reached out to the tie at the top of his joggers. She met his stare again and offered a shy smile as she tugged. Jumal was still lost for words and could only raise his hips slightly to aid her endeavours. She cleared her throat. “Er, you should know that I’m no expert at this.” She let the statement hang in the air as she bit her lip. “I hope you don’t have high expectations.”

“Pippa,” he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment at her honest admission, which pleased him beyond all sensible reason, and nodded his head towards his fervent shaft. “Just look what you do to me without even touching me.”

Her responsive smile pleased him immensely and seemed to do the trick. “Bet you wish you were a leftie,” she observed cheekily before lowering her head painstakingly slowly towards his now pulsing erection. He could feel the blood pumping. Jumal was torn between throwing his head back, closing his eyes and revelling in the pleasure and watching so that he didn’t miss a moment of her generous gift. When her lips made contact, his body made the decision for him. “Pippa. So help me,” he groaned as his head collapsed against the pillows and he gripped the duvet with his left hand, trying to keep himself from thrusting himself further into her mouth.

He bent his left leg and pushed gently, turning his lower body slightly towards her. He nearly came as he felt her taut nipples brushing against his right leg when she moved. Her left hand brushed over his lower abdominal muscles and they clenched in response; her other hand cupped him gently while her tongue continued to worship his shaft. She was killing him. But by God, he would die a happy, satisfied man.

He finally lifted his head and forced his eyes open as she simultaneously increased the pressure and quickened her pace. The sight nearly blinded him as he gripped the bedding, trying to hold his body in check so as not to scare her with his passion. Sweat gathered on his brow as a result. Finally the vivid image of her deeds pushed him over the edge and he shouted her name with a warning, which she ignored. His head and leg collapsed back on the bed in blissful exhaustion. He felt like his body was floating about two feet over the bed.

He jerked his eyes open when the side of the bed depressed slightly as she stood up.

She had a sultry smile on her face again. “You know,” she started and tilted her head to the side, innocence and beauty personified. “I think that may be the very first time you’ve screamed my