Storm (JAZZ SESSIONS #3) by Maya Alden EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Maya Alden
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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Zephyr
“Grace,” I groaned against her nipple, two of my fingers sheathed inside
her tight pussy.
Her breath became ragged, and her hips shifted against me.
She was on the desk in the office at Jazz Sessions. I had slid her black
pencil skirt up, and her slender thighs clasped around my flanks. I had her
shirt unbuttoned, and her lacy skin-colored bra was a major turn-on. I was a
lingerie guy. I preferred a sexily clothed woman to fully naked.
Her fingers in my hair were urging me to suckle her again. She had
sensitive breasts, and I fucking loved that.
“Come, baby, I want to feel you.” I wasn’t a selfish lover. I loved women.
I loved how they tasted and smelled, and I loved fucking them. I was all
about getting them off—and right now, with prissy Miss Annalee Grace, I
wanted to see her unravel.
“Ah,” she moaned, her hips moving against my fingers.
I suckled a nipple and bit hard. Her hips almost jumped off the desk. And
she unraveled most beautifully.
“Zephyr,” she called out, her breath hitched.
“Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel good, so fucking good. You’re like a
little tempest when you let go, aren’t you? Let me…fuck.” She continued to
clench hard around my fingers, and I was ready to plunge inside her. My
free hand was on the zipper of my jeans when the office door opened.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Z,” my brother, Blaze, barked. “Hi, Grace.”
“Shit.” Grace hid her face in my neck.
“Nice. Your sister’s celebrating her wedding, and you’re….”
“Do you have a reason to be here?” I asked, still pumping my fingers in
and out of her, feeling her shivers, the aftershocks.
“Yeah. Our mother is missing, according to Henri, so get your tight ass
out. Sorry for disturbing y’all. Be seein’ you, Grace.”
As soon as the door closed, Grace pushed me away, her brown face dewy
and flushed. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.”
I brought my fingers to my mouth, and as I watched her, I licked them
clean. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and she stared, mesmerized.
“Your pussy tastes like heaven, Little Tempest.”
“My name is Grace,” she snapped.
She used to be Annalee Chauvin when I knew her in high school, when I
was a stupid sixteen-year-old moron. I’d been a dick, telling some guys that
I shouldn’t have that Annalee’s friend, Sheryl, gave good head. That led to
Sheryl getting the nickname Good Head. Sheryl’s then best friend, Annalee,
gave me a piece of her mind and kneed me in the nuts. I apologized to
Sheryl. I never got the chance to with Annalee because she left N’awlins
and came back recently as an Assistant District Attorney with a vengeance
against me and the Doucet family.
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