McKenzie Cousins Box Set 4

“It got your attention,” I whisper.

“You’ve had my fucking attention for four years, Gretchen.”

“Then why have you ignored me?”

Breathing heavily, Ryan catches his breath when I wiggle my hips, rubbing on the hardness pressing against my softness. “When I saw you in the club for the first time, I told myself I had to go six months without sex. It’s been two up to your arrival here. I had four months to go.” He rotates his hips. “I lasted days, Gretchen—fucking days before I came after you.”

Frowning, my hands drop from around his neck and I push him away, wiggling from his desk. I stumble slightly in the high heels and end up dropping down into the chair opposite his desk. He looms over me, as I ask, “What you’re saying is that you’ve abstained from sex for two months and I’m convenient?”

Ryan narrows his eyes and very slowly perches on the desk. He crosses his ankles and grips the side of his desk. My eyes stray to the bulge behind his zipper—that he doesn’t try to hide—before I drag them up to his face. The asshole smirks.

“There is nothing convenient about you, Gretchen.” He pauses. “Four years ago, you blew my head off with that kiss.” His jaw twitches. “I had to jerk off three times that night before I could sleep.”

The pulse between my legs throbs while I feel my breasts swell, my nipples tight as I inhale nervous breaths. Ryan’s gaze dips and as he stares at my breasts, he grows thicker between his legs.

Averting my gaze, I feel a blush creeping up my neck and onto my face.

Ryan gently grips my jaw in a large hand and turns my attention back to him. “The reputation that proceeds me is from when I was fresh out of college and really enjoying life. That hasn’t been me in a long time.” He winces. “I’m not a choir boy. However, these days you’d think so.” He clears his throat and moves to sit behind his desk.

My body feels alive from the way he’s looking at me and I find my voice has deserted me. What I’d say to him, though, is unclear because all I want to do is walk around his desk and sit on his lap.

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Ryan

“Gretchen,” I hiss, my composure close to breaking. Doesn’t she realize how much I want her? How many times I’ve imagined her lying on my desk while I lick her pussy.

The innocence surrounding her tells me to go slow. However, I wish my body would get the message. My cock is hard and thick, leaking precum in my pants with how aroused I am for the beautiful girl. Her sexy legs are smooth and begging for me to continue touching. Gretchen’s arousal is easy for me to see in the way her breathing has changed. Her round breasts have swelled, and the hard tips press against the material of the thing she calls a dress. I struggle to look away, especially when I’m wondering if she has a nipple piercing.

My eyes watch as she fidgets in the chair before slipping her tongue between those plump lips and licking along them. I have a visceral reaction to the tempting girl with the head of my cock, ready to fly off. The image of those red lips wrapped around me has my eyes snapping closed while I concentrate on breathing through my frustration. “We need to talk. Just give me a minute.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers. “Ryan?”

I open my eyes and see her head tilted to the side with a frown on her beautiful face.

“I’m an asshole.” Standing, I hold my hand out. “Let

’s get out of my office.” My fingers wrap securely around hers. And much to her delight, I bring her hand up to my lips, where I leave a lingering kiss. I love how her cheeks go rosy when she has my full attention.

“I don’t suppose you have a t-shirt I can borrow?” she asks her tongue once again, slipping between her lips. It might be a nervous gesture, but it turns me the fuck on.

What did she ask? T-shirt!

“Why?”

She sighs. “Now I have your attention, I’d be more comfortable if I were covered back up.”

I give her a wolfish grin and chuckle. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this dress.” I trail a finger down from her collarbone to above her belly button. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, hardening her nipples. My hand is so close and I’m dying of curiosity.

Holding her gaze, I slowly stroke the skin at her side before moving my hand upwards and slipping it inside to cup a full breast. Gretchen catches her breath, trembling from my touch. She grabs hold of my biceps, clinging to me. Her head drops back and she moans.

I’m in dangerous territory now because I don’t want to make love to this girl in my bar. I want to spread her out on my bed, where we can stay for a long time.

Her reaction, though, is an aphrodisiac and with my thumb and finger, I hunt for the hard nub. When I find it, I nearly fucking come in my jeans at the feel of that pierced nipple.

I tingle from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and everything hard in between. Gretchen moans, her breasts heaving with every twist and tug I do to her nipple. I can’t get enough and have to see it.

Pressing her up against the wall with my hips, I shove the material covering her beautiful breasts out of the way and know I’m about to react like a fucking teenager.