problem. Except this time she didn’t think she could fix it. She glanced at the papers littering the table. Spreadsheets and discarded banks statements, all confirming her worst suspicions. She couldn’t pull twenty grand out of the business to give to the people holding her brother. He’d raided the accounts already. Whatever he’d gotten himself involved in had him running through cash like water. The only thing left was the few thousand she’d managed to put aside in her personal savings.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, she gathered her hair into a ponytail and twisted it into a careless knot on the back of her head, anchoring it in place with the pencil she’d been chewing. The movement made the tiny jeweled fish at her wrist flash and her heart clench. The bracelet was a Christmas present from Eric, and she probably could’ve pawned it for a few thousand dollars.
She wasn’t willing to do it, something that made her hate herself a little bit. Choosing jewelry over her brother. But God damn it, it wouldn’t be enough money to solve things and she just couldn’t bear to add it to the pile of things she was losing to her brother’s mess. It was bad enough that she’d lost the man who gave it to her; she didn’t want to lose the bracelet, too.
Except she hadn’t lost the man. He was standing in front of her with an expression that said she better start talking quick.
“Listen,” she said, trying to sound reasonable and not as panicked as she felt. “I’m sorry for the way I left. Really I am, but something came up that I have to take care of.” She put her hand up to stop him before he could interrupt. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but this is something I have to do by myself.” If only she had some idea of what she was supposed to do. “I can’t drag you into this.”
“Fuck, Julie. Drag me into what? And you’re damn right it doesn’t make any sense. I made love to you Christmas night and woke up to find you gone. You left me a fucking note.”
He said made love, not fucked, and his words left her so stunned; she froze, unable to step out of the way when he reached for her. His hands on her arms burned through the thin cotton of her long sleeved T-shirt, searing her with his touch. Her body remembered him, remembered the way he touched her, tasted her, made her come. And with everything going on, all the fear and worry, God help her, she wanted him.
“I’m not leaving, and I’m not letting you walk away either, not this time,” he said before his mouth crushed hers, stealing her breath, burning through her resistance.
Overwhelmed by his touch, her lips parted, and his tongue found hers, meeting her in a teasing tangling dance that stoked the fire of her desire. She wanted him, wanted this break from the anger and worry and soul wrenching fear. Eric hauled her against him, one hand cupping the back of her neck while his other hand held her ass, fitting her body into the hard length of his long thick cock.
“Fuck, Julie,” he said when he finally broke the kiss.
Reaching for the back of her head, he pulled the pencil from the twist, letting her hair tumble down. He slid his fingers into her dark locks and anchored her head in place, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he moved them until she felt the wall against her back.
“Put your arms up, cher.”
She complied, raising her arms over her head, resting the backs of her hands against the wall. Eric skimmed her sides, sliding her T-shirt up over the swell of her breasts and off her body.
“Do not move,” he said, cupping her lace covered breast and running his thumb over her tight aching nipple.
Julie arched into his hands but kept her arms above her head while he reached under the delicate fabric to lift her breasts out of her bra. The bunched fabric and underwire held them out like an offering. Without preamble, Eric bent his head and suckled her, tugging
Letting out an exhausted sigh, she gathered her hair into a ponytail and twisted it into a careless knot on the back of her head, anchoring it in place with the pencil she’d been chewing. The movement made the tiny jeweled fish at her wrist flash and her heart clench. The bracelet was a Christmas present from Eric, and she probably could’ve pawned it for a few thousand dollars.
She wasn’t willing to do it, something that made her hate herself a little bit. Choosing jewelry over her brother. But God damn it, it wouldn’t be enough money to solve things and she just couldn’t bear to add it to the pile of things she was losing to her brother’s mess. It was bad enough that she’d lost the man who gave it to her; she didn’t want to lose the bracelet, too.
Except she hadn’t lost the man. He was standing in front of her with an expression that said she better start talking quick.
“Listen,” she said, trying to sound reasonable and not as panicked as she felt. “I’m sorry for the way I left. Really I am, but something came up that I have to take care of.” She put her hand up to stop him before he could interrupt. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but this is something I have to do by myself.” If only she had some idea of what she was supposed to do. “I can’t drag you into this.”
“Fuck, Julie. Drag me into what? And you’re damn right it doesn’t make any sense. I made love to you Christmas night and woke up to find you gone. You left me a fucking note.”
He said made love, not fucked, and his words left her so stunned; she froze, unable to step out of the way when he reached for her. His hands on her arms burned through the thin cotton of her long sleeved T-shirt, searing her with his touch. Her body remembered him, remembered the way he touched her, tasted her, made her come. And with everything going on, all the fear and worry, God help her, she wanted him.
“I’m not leaving, and I’m not letting you walk away either, not this time,” he said before his mouth crushed hers, stealing her breath, burning through her resistance.
Overwhelmed by his touch, her lips parted, and his tongue found hers, meeting her in a teasing tangling dance that stoked the fire of her desire. She wanted him, wanted this break from the anger and worry and soul wrenching fear. Eric hauled her against him, one hand cupping the back of her neck while his other hand held her ass, fitting her body into the hard length of his long thick cock.
“Fuck, Julie,” he said when he finally broke the kiss.
Reaching for the back of her head, he pulled the pencil from the twist, letting her hair tumble down. He slid his fingers into her dark locks and anchored her head in place, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he moved them until she felt the wall against her back.
“Put your arms up, cher.”
She complied, raising her arms over her head, resting the backs of her hands against the wall. Eric skimmed her sides, sliding her T-shirt up over the swell of her breasts and off her body.
“Do not move,” he said, cupping her lace covered breast and running his thumb over her tight aching nipple.
Julie arched into his hands but kept her arms above her head while he reached under the delicate fabric to lift her breasts out of her bra. The bunched fabric and underwire held them out like an offering. Without preamble, Eric bent his head and suckled her, tugging
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