Free Covered Part Two by Mina Holt, Jaden Wilkes Page A

on about my image.”
    “I’m just watching out for you,” I said and looked around, “now could we find my keys and get somewhere private? I’ve cleared your schedule for the evening, Mr. James, so we can spend some time together.”
    “Oh Ms. Britton,” he said and bent down for my keys, he handed them to me and I admired his gorgeous body as he moved. “You are a naughty minx, aren’t you? You know what happens to you when you’re naughty around me,” he added and grabbed me in a tight hug, tickling me and nipping at my neck.
    I squealed and giggled and struggled to free myself.
    Well, I didn’t struggle that hard to be honest. I swear I would have let him take me in the parking garage, in front of anyone who happened to be departing or arriving that day, they would have seen me coming.
    Stupid pun, I know, but that’s how crazy Gavin James made me.
    “I need to get you home and fuck you,” he said with a growl, “let’s go before we get arrested for public indecency. Now that would be bad for my image.”
    We made it back to his place in record time. He navigated the traffic like he was in one of his low, sleek sports cars instead of my rusty old hatchback.
    We parked in the visitor space, he grabbed his carry on bag, and we rushed to the elevator like two thieves in the night. The urgency I felt was insane, the control he had over me, whether conscious or not, was almost frightening…if it hadn’t been so liberating and delicious.
    We kissed our way up the elevator and I couldn’t help but think of Fifty Shades. I’d always pined over the love story in that book, and always assumed it was beyond my reach.
    And yet here I was, living it out in real life. It was happening to me.
    Inside the apartment I surprised him by losing my inhibitions and stripping him at the doorway.
    “I have something for you,” he said and reached for his bag.
    I kicked it to the side and said, “You certainly do, Mr. James,” and grabbed his hard cock, gave it a squeeze and bit my lower lip.
    Part of me wondered who I was anymore, where had this girl come from.
    But most of me told that part to shut the hell up, I was in love and I was on fire.
    “What’s gotten into you, Ms. Britton,” he asked with a grin. He started to unbutton my shirt, got half way and tore it open. Buttons flew off everywhere.
    “I know what I want in me,” I said and giggled at my lame joke. He smiled though and I dropped to my knees in front of him, as if in worship. I looked up at him, aware of how sharply angled and sexy my face looked from this view. I added, “I want it in me any way I can get it.”
    He grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided my face to his pants. I unzipped them and tugged at his underwear. They came down and his amazing cock sprung out, already glistening with the evidence of his arousal.
    I teased him and taunted him with my tongue, worked it around the head until he groaned and wrapped his fingers tighter in my hair.
    “Ms. Britton, Sarai,” he said, “you are a delightful little tart, did you know that? If you keep that up, I’m not going to last much longer.”
    I simply looked up at him, smiled the best I could with his dick in my mouth, and took him in as far as I could. I fought the gag reflex and took immense pride in the intense look on his face. I was the only thing in the world for him at that moment, I was his earth and sky and stars and mountains…as he was for me.
    As I sucked him harder, I knew this love went deeper than anything I’d read about or anything I’d seen between my friends and their lovers.
    This was real, almost too real to be contained inside of me. As I heard him pant my name and pin my head with his hands so he could fuck my face, I felt as though my heart would surely burst.
    I was waxing poetic, more poetic than I thought my secretive, protective self could ever manage, but there I was on the end of his cock feeling my love rise up like the tide against the shore.
    He tensed