Free EroticTakeover by Tina Donahue Page B

better of it.
    If Mac didn’t like how she looked, it was probably best to
know that up-front. Pretending he wouldn’t notice her flaws was stupid.
    The sound of a drawer slamming caught her attention. At that
moment, a romantic ballad poured from the radio. Scores of violins accompanied
a piano, making the tune sweetly sentimental.
    A smear of movement told her Mac had returned. He approached
her then stopped abruptly.
    For the first time in her life, Jodi really missed her
glasses, wishing she had them on so she could see his expression. Then again,
maybe not. Despite her uncertainty, she faced him and waited.
     
    Mac’s fist tightened around the Trojans in his hand. He’d
taken three packets out of the box. Seeing Jodi, he suddenly realized his
mistake.
    He should have opted for more.
    Holy shit, her coloring. Her amazing curves.
    Sunlight caressed her nudity, lightening her pale skin to
the color of a priceless pearl while also flaming her hair. Mac’s lips parted
on a stunned sigh. He stared at her spectacular breasts and rosy nipples, the
puckered areolas a slightly darker shade than her mouth. The delicate curls
between her legs weren’t a drab brown but a gorgeous titian tint. He grinned so
hard his face hurt.
    Holy shit, he wanted her.
    Unfortunately, doubt raced across her sweet face.
    Why?
    She squinted. “Are you okay…is everything all right?”
    Of course! Jodi couldn’t see his awe because of her lousy
eyesight. She probably wondered why he wasn’t moving.
    “Yeah,” he said, then cleared the gravel from his voice and
went to her.
    She searched his face.
    Mac spoke from the heart. “God you’re beautiful. I have to
shoot you.”
    “What?” Her eyebrows shot up. “Wait.”
    No fucking way. With his fingers curled around her wrist, he
led Jodi to her desk and used his forearm to push her stuff aside. Pencils and
pens fell to the floor, hitting the wood with tiny taps. Papers flew. “Hop on.”
    She stared at the cleared space then at him.
    “I’ll help.” Mac tossed the condoms to the side then lifted
her onto the desk, her ass on the edge, legs dangling over the side. “Lie
back.”
    She didn’t. “So you can shoot me in that position?”
    “Hell no. That comes later. This first.” Cupping her breast,
Mac drew her nipple into his mouth. His legs turned to jelly at how good she
tasted.
    She moaned throatily, her hard little tip peaking even more
beneath his randy tongue. Mac suckled gently then roughly, gauging her reaction.
The baser he behaved, the wilder she got, fisting her fingers in his hair to
keep him close.
    Bad, bad girl.
    He wanted her to commit every fucking sin in the book, fully
surrendered to her basest needs and his. Pulling his mouth free, Mac guided her
until she was sprawled on the desk. He propped the heels of her feet on the
edge and spread her legs.
    Jodi’s tattered breaths slowed then stopped. “Later?” she
asked.
    “Uh-huh,” he answered absently. Her pink folds were puffy
and slick with her arousal, her body practically begging for him. Sinking to
one knee, Mac savored her scent, a combination of flowers, powder and musk,
then he settled his mouth on her cleft.
    His legs weakened again.
    She let out a prolonged, yearning moan.
    Nice, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until she screamed in
ecstasy. No different from him when she’d given him head. Jesus, the way she’d
sucked his nuts was un-fucking-believable. Even the most experienced women he’d
dated hadn’t loved his balls as Jodi had. They’d seemed to use oral sex as a
way to get him in the mood for a good fuck or to thank him for a great ride.
    Jodi’s lust seemed genuine. As though she really dug that
part of him.
    She arched her back as he worked his forefinger into her
sheath. Knowing she could take more, he slipped another finger then another
inside, filling her as his cock would. He flicked his tongue over her nub.
    She gasped then cried, “God yeah. Don’t stop.”
    She meant it. Her cunt