temperature’s dropping. If I don’t give them away, the cold will get ‘em. Harvest Festival is in a couple of weeks, and I’m hoping the weather holds out. I think I’ve got some winners this year.”
Cass smiled at the glee in his voice. Tom’s love for his prized pumpkins was well known. She glanced at the beautiful orange monsters in the corner of the lot.
“They’re beautiful. I’m sure you’ll win.”
“Thanks.”
The warmth in his smile sent a rush of heat and magic through her body, as an extra-strong surge of magical wind kicked up. Behind them, the party organizers lunged at tarps and flyers, trying to keep everything held down.
Not now, Cass groaned internally.
Her scarf whipped from her throat to smack Tom in the face. He clawed away a mouthful of wool, chuckling, and settled the rebellious material back around her neck.
Cass froze, every inch of skin tingling when he didn’t stop there. He lingered, tucking the scarf in, tugging a lock of hair from its grip. The sensation of his warm fingers against her throat invoked a hard pulse of arousal in her pussy, and her heart raced as power welled up, eager to be let loose.
“I have to go.” She stepped back.
Tom let his hands drop, frowning.
“Everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Just – I have a ton of things to do today.”
“Are you coming to the party tonight?”
Cass hesitated. That was probably a bad idea. But –
“Maybe.”
Tom grinned.
“Great. Save me a dance.”
Now I really have to get out of here. The thought of being held close against Tom under a glorious autumn moon, sharing his heat, breathing him in, was too much. She was either going to combust or set something on fire.
With a slightly panicked smile, Cass fled.
TOM WATCHED CASS walk away, that perfect ass molded by soft blue velvet that offered flirty glimpses of her thighs as she walked, the black leather boots making her legs look a mile long.
Those boots are going to kill me.
He was swamped by the thought of a naked Cass, her shapely calves encased in black leather, shyly cupping her sweet tits for him as she rode his cock, blushing as she held her nipple up to his mouth.
God, who knew shy could be so fucking hot?
When Cass had first moved in down the block five years ago, Tom had barely noticed. His parents had just left him the business and the house and settled in a comfortable condo in Florida, and he was too busy trying to keep his head above water to acknowledge the quiet little schoolteacher. He’d see her at the supermarket or on the street and nod a greeting. She had a horde of loud and eccentric family members that liked to drop in at all hours of the day and night, but in contrast, she was sweet and demure, and painfully shy around everyone except her students. Tom realized after a while that he was finding excuses to be outside when she walked by, straining to catch a glimpse of her or hear the gentle music of her laugh. She was smart and sweet and completely fascinating.
And then the dreams had started – heavy, erotic dreams that left him hard and aching for the feel of her delicate fingernails scoring down his back, the lash of her raven hair against his chest, and her sweet pussy baring its secrets, opening for him like a dusky, hothouse flower. He always woke aroused, drenched in sweat, and frustrated past his breaking point, his dick wrapped in a brutal grip. It was enough to drive a man insane.
Tom prided himself on being a patient man. He liked growing things, and growing things took time and care. And so he’d taken things slow, tried to make her comfortable, and took every little flicker of interest in her dark blue eyes like a fucking gold medal. He didn’t do casual relationships, and swatted off the neighborhood matchmakers with good humor and very little effort, channeling all of his focus into the goal – Cass in his life and in his bed. Or the shower, the kitchen floor, the back of his truck… He wasn’t
Cass smiled at the glee in his voice. Tom’s love for his prized pumpkins was well known. She glanced at the beautiful orange monsters in the corner of the lot.
“They’re beautiful. I’m sure you’ll win.”
“Thanks.”
The warmth in his smile sent a rush of heat and magic through her body, as an extra-strong surge of magical wind kicked up. Behind them, the party organizers lunged at tarps and flyers, trying to keep everything held down.
Not now, Cass groaned internally.
Her scarf whipped from her throat to smack Tom in the face. He clawed away a mouthful of wool, chuckling, and settled the rebellious material back around her neck.
Cass froze, every inch of skin tingling when he didn’t stop there. He lingered, tucking the scarf in, tugging a lock of hair from its grip. The sensation of his warm fingers against her throat invoked a hard pulse of arousal in her pussy, and her heart raced as power welled up, eager to be let loose.
“I have to go.” She stepped back.
Tom let his hands drop, frowning.
“Everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Just – I have a ton of things to do today.”
“Are you coming to the party tonight?”
Cass hesitated. That was probably a bad idea. But –
“Maybe.”
Tom grinned.
“Great. Save me a dance.”
Now I really have to get out of here. The thought of being held close against Tom under a glorious autumn moon, sharing his heat, breathing him in, was too much. She was either going to combust or set something on fire.
With a slightly panicked smile, Cass fled.
TOM WATCHED CASS walk away, that perfect ass molded by soft blue velvet that offered flirty glimpses of her thighs as she walked, the black leather boots making her legs look a mile long.
Those boots are going to kill me.
He was swamped by the thought of a naked Cass, her shapely calves encased in black leather, shyly cupping her sweet tits for him as she rode his cock, blushing as she held her nipple up to his mouth.
God, who knew shy could be so fucking hot?
When Cass had first moved in down the block five years ago, Tom had barely noticed. His parents had just left him the business and the house and settled in a comfortable condo in Florida, and he was too busy trying to keep his head above water to acknowledge the quiet little schoolteacher. He’d see her at the supermarket or on the street and nod a greeting. She had a horde of loud and eccentric family members that liked to drop in at all hours of the day and night, but in contrast, she was sweet and demure, and painfully shy around everyone except her students. Tom realized after a while that he was finding excuses to be outside when she walked by, straining to catch a glimpse of her or hear the gentle music of her laugh. She was smart and sweet and completely fascinating.
And then the dreams had started – heavy, erotic dreams that left him hard and aching for the feel of her delicate fingernails scoring down his back, the lash of her raven hair against his chest, and her sweet pussy baring its secrets, opening for him like a dusky, hothouse flower. He always woke aroused, drenched in sweat, and frustrated past his breaking point, his dick wrapped in a brutal grip. It was enough to drive a man insane.
Tom prided himself on being a patient man. He liked growing things, and growing things took time and care. And so he’d taken things slow, tried to make her comfortable, and took every little flicker of interest in her dark blue eyes like a fucking gold medal. He didn’t do casual relationships, and swatted off the neighborhood matchmakers with good humor and very little effort, channeling all of his focus into the goal – Cass in his life and in his bed. Or the shower, the kitchen floor, the back of his truck… He wasn’t
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