Free Gray Back Ghost Bear by T. S. Joyce

with them. But it had bought him enough time to make it to her. And if she had to choose between Creed killing Jason or him doing what he had to do to stay alive, she would choose Jason’s life any day.
    “Well, I slept with my ex-boyfriend, Evan, a lot, so there.” She cracked a grin.
    Jason narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, I don’t really like that.”
    “Sucky feeling, isn’t it?”
    “Did Evan make you come?”
    Georgia pursed her lips at his unexpected question.
    His voice had gone all deep and husky, and he leaned over the table again. “Did he?”
    Trapped. Georgia was trapped in his gaze, unable to escape the question. “Yes.”
    “How many times?”
    “Twice,” she whispered.
    Jason jammed the table out of the way, its legs groaning across the floor. He lifted her into his arms as his lips collided with hers. The chair behind her fell backward and, a moment later, her shoulder blades hit the wall. Jason’s lips moved against hers with a desperation that enflamed her middle in an instant. He ground against her, pressing his hard erection onto the seam of her jeans. God, that felt good. He was right where she was most sensitive, but still, it didn’t feel close enough. She wanted to feel his skin.
    He trailed kisses down her neck and grazed her sensitive skin with his teeth. She gasped and fumbled with the button of his jeans. She needed more of him, or she’d go mad.
    She yanked down his zipper and shoved his pants and briefs out of the way, unsheathing his long dick. Holy macaroni, that was not going to fit inside of her. Desperately, she pulled his sweater over his head. His dark hair was all mussed in that sexy, just-woke-up look as he kicked out of his pants completely.
    Clothes. Why was she still in her clothes? Kissing and fumbling, she peeled out of her uniform and left the pieces on the floor with Jason’s.
    “Wait, wait, wait,” Jason rasped out as she moved to unsnap the back of her bra.
    She hesitated, unsure, but he popped her breasts out of her D-cups and took a step back.
    This was usually the part where she crossed her legs, tried to stand at a better angle, and sucked in her stomach, but the look on Jason’s face made all of that completely unnecessary. His eyes lightened, and the man looked nothing shy of hungry as he raked his blazing eyes down her body.
    Lifting her chin high and feeling courageous, she pushed down her boy-short panties and shrugged out of her bra.
    Jason was beautifully masculine, standing there under the soft light with the snow falling behind him just outside the window. His Adam’s apple dipped into his thick neck as he swallowed. The strands of light threw the indentations between his pecs and abs into shadow. His six-pack flexed with every breath, and when he caught her staring, he smiled, then stepped back with his hands held out at his sides.
    “You’re perfect,” she whispered.
    “Even if I don’t have a dad bod?”
    She giggled and looked down at the wooden floor boards. Darn the shyness that crept in at the most inopportune moments. “Even so.”
    “So are you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Jason laughed and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?”
    “Three?”
    Jason cracked up and shook his head. “A lot more than three. My imaginings didn’t even touch what you really look like, though.”
    “What’s different?”
    “The freckles on your shoulders.” He brushed his fingertips over her spots. “I think they’re so fucking cute on your face, but here, they’re just plain sexy. I want to kiss them.” His voice dipped low and husky as he stared at her mottled skin with a dreamy look. “Bite them.” He cupped her breast. “So soft. Softer than I’d imagined.”
    “And what did you imagine doing to me?”
    “Naughty things.”
    “Like?”
    “Like laying you under me and coming all over your chest until you’re slick with my cum. Like sliding into you