Where She Belongs (The Forever Collection Book 1) by Dani Wyatt Read Free Book Online Page B

side to side squinting one eye. “ . . . traditional .”
    That’s all I need to know.
    I shift closer, splaying her knees farther apart and her eyes go wide. They are silver-gray, wrapped in a cord of black. Alabaster skin just waiting to be tasted, framed by long tresses of amber waves. I’m admiring every inch I can see, memorizing it for later because I intend to map her with my tongue until I know where I’m kissing with my eyes closed.
    “Are you going to make me orgasm again?” she chirps, turning her head up to smile at me, as she leans back on locked arms, swinging her feet back and forth.
    I do my best to hide my bewilderment over this funky cherub. She’s sugar and spice and everything that I didn’t know I wanted, all wrapped up in mismatched Rodeo Drive clothes.
    “Orgasm?” I lean forward, my hands flat on the desk next to hers, my torso twisted in knots, trying to hold back all the things I want to do to her. The sound of that word on her lips sends my craving into the stratosphere. “You want me to give you an orgasm?”
    “Yes. That would be nice.” Her eyes flash from excitement to fear. “But I shouldn’t.”
    “Yes you should. Someone should give you orgasms every day. Multiple times a day.”
    “Oh wait!” She leans back and forth trying to see around me. I’m still stuck on all the ways I’m going to give her the orgasms she wants, but from what I can tell, my May’s attention span is flashing on and off like one of the strobe lights on the dance floor. “Can you grab my bag from over there? I brought you something.” She bites her bottom lip and my dick weeps but I can’t say no.
    I twist and reach down, grateful that I don’t have to step out from between her knees to pull the Marc Jacobs Sapphire bag up from the floor. It’s another side effect of being around all these women for all these years. Purses are big talk and I can’t help that I fucking know this shit. Besides, I bought all the girls Marc Jacobs’ bags for Christmas last year, so I know far more than I wish to about fucking handbags.
    It must weigh as much as she does and it’s nearly as big. What a little thing like her needs with a purse big enough to carry a full grown pit bull I’m not sure, but from the excited look in her eyes I don’t much care.
    I sit the bag down next to her and she giggles, pushing her hair behind her ears and making this little enthusiastic eeeeep sound.
    “This is weird, right?” She rustles around inside her bag, her voice rising, and pulls out a gift box with a lime green satin ribbon tied around it. “I mean, I’ve never applied for a job before. And, well, I just met you and you kissed me, and that’s sort of weird.”
    Her eyes come up to meet mine, and I nod because I can feel that she needs my agreement as she works through whatever is happening here.
    And this whole situation is pretty fucking weird. But I’m fine with weird as long as it involves her.
    “And I get my first orgasm and I don’t even know you, but I like you and that’s weird too.” She tightens her knees in a sort of hug against the outside of my thighs and I lose my fucking mind.
    She drops the purse on the floor and sits straight up.
    “What’s that?” I tease, straightening up, trying to give my dick some more room and sucking in some air through my teeth in an attempt to keep the beast at bay.
    “A present, silly. Don’t tell me no one’s ever given you a present before.” She holds out the box between us in two upturned palms, like it’s some sort of an offering. “I made it. Open it.”
    She’s full on smiling now and I can’t stop imagining how her pouty, full pink lips are going to feel around my cock.
    “Okay, Pink.” I can’t help but call her that, because that’s who she is. I reach for the box but she jerks it away. She’s looking at me through narrowed eyes, like I just told her I can catch her a unicorn.
    “How did you do that?”
    “Do what?”
    She lets out a