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She’s so sweetly perfect that I just stand there and observe her now that she’s let her guard down for a le She’s not set on chewing nation Not that those pale blues of hers could ever be anything less than glorious, glittering with life and fire and sass Her face, while elic work of art Her black gown cups her tall, curvy body, pushing up the perfect, crealobes of her breasts, but tastefully She has a black choker on, a scrap of velvet with a tiny blue stone thatfroold or sos a narroaist, full hips, and doesn’t reveal a bit of her long legs, but I know they’re there She’s wearing black heels, the toe of which just peek out fro away froht of the towering heels The fact she can even walk in those, let alone angry poalk, is in itself a daring feat of athleticism

That set of burnished blue eyes pop open and oh shit of all shits, I’ve been standing here watching her, ogling her like an i To her And now those eyes are scorching, burning like twin hell fires and her lips are pulled into a tight, angry pucker, pursed to givedown, I have no doubt

We’re not ry and shocked to shove me back One hand does end up on uide her in the rest of the way Her face tilts up in question, her chin tipping, her eyes still scorching, but also searching, and when I go for it, she tilts her face the wrong way and of course our noses nearly ether We fall lips first into each other There’s a slight knock of teeth and a sigh and a puff of air

“Argh,” she hisses “You oaf, you’re going to knock my teeth out”

“Sorry Let ain”

I angle my face correctly this tiainst my chest, and the other sweeps up to ood way My teeth don’t knock her teeth My tongue strokes her botto her until she whimpers and her lips part I planned for a certain amount of restraint and control, but I’one, because suddenly her hands are roa into mine, which causes a chain reaction south of the border- e in my suit pants

Her honey gold hair is done up in a neat roll at the back of her head, and I’ht is done for her, so I’ers into the strands just for the pleasure of feeling that ripened wheat beneath rowing things, and just because I meticulously scrubbed the dirt out fro the creases of my palms doesn’t mean I could scrub away the callouses which I’ht work half time in an office and have a lot of workers as well, but I also do like doing a lot of hands-on work in reenhouses

That’s right This wo a man who is a plant nerd I wonder if she’d find it a turn off if she knew more of the personal details

I stop thinking about plants when her tongue collides with mine and continues on in hot strokes that send waves of lust ripping through h the dress, and she arches into ainst ht here on the curb, and I’one and I know that I need to dial back big time

I think she co, her pupils huge Staring at her plump, kiss plundered lips, I want , and I know that a single night isn’t going to be enough

When I can finally speak, I clear my throat and my voice still comes out all thick and hazy I stumble back a step and my Jane- no, not my, just Jane- raises a hand to her throat, but then drops it She clenches both tightly at her sides and tries to act like she’s already regained a nor, but I can still see her shoulders rising and falling rapidly