Extreme Close-Up (Perspectives Book 1) by Julie Jaret Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Lisa had never been so turned-on in her life. Seeing the movement of Braden’s hand as he worked his cock inside his shorts, while his heavy gaze alternated between her face and her tits... She’d have pressed her thighs together if she weren’t straddling the chair. Luckily, her shorts were still wet, else her condition would be all too evident. The flexing muscles of his forearm fascinated her. In her struggle to keep her restless hands off of him, she ran them over her breasts, squirming against his legs when her fingers caught on hardened nipples.
    He made a sound like a growl. “Show me, Lisa. Let me see you.”
    She was terrified, but she trusted him. Inch by inch, she lifted the hem of her shirt until the fabric brushed up and over her nipples and her breasts were fully revealed to his hungry eyes.
    “You’re perfect,” he ground out. “Still. Perfect.” The fist in his shorts worked faster. He lifted his free hand, surprising her when, instead of reaching for her breasts, he laced his fingers with hers. Despite his obsession with her assets, he stared into her eyes when his hand tightened on hers, pulsed a few times, then relaxed.
    His eyes drifted closed as he caught his breath, chest heaving, lips flushed, a glimpse of hard, tanned belly where his shirt hiked up when he’d pulled his hand out of his shorts.
    He was the most beautiful thing Lisa had ever seen.

Chapter Eight
     
    LISA TUGGED THE cold, damp shirt back down to cover her breasts. The heat of embarrassment washed over her, along with the incongruous side-effect she had come to anticipate. Her nipples ached, they were so hard.
    Braden opened his eyes, and his look shot straight to her core. “What about you?”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Is that an, ‘I was unmoved by the whole experience,’ fine, or an ‘I’ll take care of myself the second you leave,’ fine?”
    “I promised you a sock, didn’t I?” She started to stand, but it was tricky as her legs still straddled his.
    In one fluid motion, he untangled their legs and pinned hers under his. “Little late for that,” he chuckled, tugging at his shorts.
    “Sorry. Guess I got distracted,” she said, trying for glib.
    He put his warm hands on her legs, lightly stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees. “I can think of better ways to distract you.” His hands skimmed up her thighs until his fingertips disappeared into her shorts and short-circuited her central nervous system.
    “I have no doubt,” she set her hands on top of his, holding him in place. “But that’s about as much distraction as I can handle for one day.” To her great relief, he understood and didn’t try to push her for more.
    Dressed as she was -- or wasn’t -- she couldn’t walk him all the way to his truck, so they said goodbye in the shadows on the side of the house. She hugged him, forcing herself not to press her face against his chest. “Thank you, Braden.”
    “The pleasure was all mine,” he said with a rueful smile. Then he kissed the corner of her lips, and made sure to catch her eye so there was no mistaking his meaning when he added, “ I’ll see you again, soon, Lisa .”
    The moment she heard his truck drive away, she rushed inside, stripped off her wet clothes and brought herself to an explosive orgasm. Just as they both knew she would.

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    She took a ticket and pulled into the law office lot. Parking her eight year-old Honda between two sleek European sports cars, she thought about mid-life crises. Maybe she was having one. Too bad hers didn’t include a hot new car.
    Her cameras and other equipment made the walk across the parking lot difficult. She had to press the handicap access button with her foot to open the door to the building. A young woman who looked to be somebody’s slutty secretary sneered as she walked by. Lisa knew she looked ridiculous carrying all her gear, but there was no room in her tight budget for decent wheeled cases.
    As she struggled to get