Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series by Michelle Day Page A

gentle man that his
brother was developing into. He knew what he wanted and how to get it and he
wasn’t leaving without it.
    “Matt will be here in a couple of hours.”
She warned. She didn’t like him one little bit but she’d be damned if just the
sight of him didn’t turn her on. There was something dark and dangerous about
Paul Jensen and it drew her like a moth to a flame.
    “That’s ok.” He told her stepping over the
threshold and into her space, forcing her to take a step back and allowing him
enough space to close the door. “We’ll still be at it when he gets here and by
that time I should be ready to sample that pretty little arse of yours again.”
    “So sure of yourself.” She taunted.
    “Of course I am and you needn’t try denying
that you want a piece of me again, I can see it in the way you look at me, the
way you try to be defensive but fail miserably.” He taunted right back, all the
while moving forward, forcing her backwards. “You want me bad. You want me to
bend you over and power into you, don’t you Officer Holland?” He had her pinned
now, her back to the wall, chest to chest. He bowed his head, and pressed his
lips to hers briefly before delving inside as his hands began to roam.
    She sucked in a breath as his tongue invaded
her mouth. She’d only kissed him the once that night at the club and it had
been a proprietary, you’re mine type of kiss. This one was full of want; he
wanted her as badly as she did him.
    He pushed his hand between the waistband
of her tailored trousers and her belly as she sucked in a breath. There was no
hesitation on his part as his fingers discarded the elastic holding her
underwear up and he plunged his fingers between her lips.
    Breaking the kiss, he sighed as he touched
her, his lips still sweeping against hers to whisper “Beautiful, so wet.”
Before going in for the kill. She was hot and ready and he wanted to taste her,
right now.
    Making short work of the trousers and
underwear, he told her to put her shoes back on. Her insanely high, bright red
shoes that were a turn on by themselves, his next instruction was to tell her
to spread her legs as he dropped to his knees and looked his fill.
    “Play with yourself.” He demanded.
    “Paul, not here.” She began to protest but
quietened and acquiesced when she saw the fierce look on his face. Spreading
her lower lips for his viewing pleasure, she began to rub slow circles over her
clit before feeding her fingers inside.
    He loved this, this was his absolute
favourite thing, watching a woman, any woman, play with herself and as Emily
was already so wet, the delicious sucking and slurping noises coming from her
pussy only heightened his enjoyment.
    Easing her fingers out of her, she started
in once again on her clit, completely forgetting that Paul watched and jumping
when a warm mouth began to lick her juices from her digits as she rubbed her
clit a little harder. Looking down her body at the decadent sight of him, still
fully clothed, mouthing her sex just added to her arousal.
    He pushed her fingers away and used his
own to spread her lips apart before closing his lips around the sensitised nub
of her clit and giving it brief flicks of his tongue as he slowly but surely
increased the suction.
    She had come countless times to his once
by the time she persuaded him to take this liaison to the bedroom. Propping his
back against the headboard, he accepted the glass she passed him and took a
long, slow drink of her tart, homemade lemonade before handing it back to her.
She jumped at the sound of the door bell. “That’s Matt.” She said, stating the
obvious.
    “So let him in.” He grinned, placing his
hands behind his head as he made himself more comfortable. As the voices of his
brother and the woman he had spent the morning fucking drew closer, Paul’s body
began to harden at the prospect of a very enjoyable afternoon.
    “What are you......?” Matt began as he
stepped into the room and