Snipping Up Love (Insta Love Shy Girl Romance 5)

His kiss goodbye was so full of promise and magic that I felt my heart jumping around as if my chest were too small for it.

“I’ll be here at six, Katy,” he said softly. “Let me take you to my place tonight.”

“Okay.” I kissed him lightly, then he flashed me that handsome cocky grin that made me giggle. “See you tonight.”

I strolled into work in such a fabulous mood I didn’t think anything could possibly rattle me. Then my boss Tasha looked up as I entered, giving me a strange look. “Katy, you’re booked solid today.”

“What?”

She waved me over to the reception computer, and pointed. “Stacy should be here any minute, then there is a list.” She looked at me suspiciously, her perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching. “Did you advertise or something?”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t have any money for that.” I wracked my mind. “Those musician guys seemed really happy that I was extra careful when I snipped just their ends. But this is crazy.”

Tasha shrugged. “Well, let us know if you need any help.”

“Thanks.”

Stacy seemed like a woman who worked in an office, not a musician. She needed a quick trim, and was absolutely delighted with my suggestion of just tidying her bangs and letting them grow a bit longer.

She was followed by Laura, Tammy, Hillary, and many more. It was insanity. The other stylists noticed, and were suddenly much friendlier, offering to lend a hand if I needed any assistance. Tasha even brought me a cup of tea when I was too busy to take a break.

The other thing I didn’t understand was why they all tipped so well. It was normal to tip a hairstylist fifteen to twenty percent, but these women were all tipping twenty to thirty percent, and all in cash.

It was as if the city decided to cut me a break, and help me out.

At ten after six, I scrubbed my station, grabbed my purse, and waved to Tasha. She looked at me strangely. “You’re booked solid for tomorrow as well, Katy. Whatever you’re doing, keep up the good work.”

“Thanks.”

I left the shop, but my path was blocked by Dan, who was absolutely grinning. “How was your day, baby?”

“Wow,” I said, rolling my eyes but returning his smile. “It was crazy. I was booked solid all day. The other stylists thought I’d been doing some secret advertising or something.”

“I’m so happy for you, baby,” he said, hugging me tightly. “I’m also relieved that you’ll have proper lunch money now. Would you like to come to my place and tell me all about it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

We went to his luxurious condo downtown, in a tall glass and steel building. Dan must have been doing pretty well for himself. It didn’t look very lived in though. Maybe he spent most of his time at the office, and in restaurants.

It was strange that I still didn’t know him very well, but every time he touched me, my body screamed for me to give in to every desire that was brewing deep within.

He began kissing me as soon as we were inside, and backed me into the bedroom until we were lying in the center of his gigantic bed in the all black and white room.

I had always known that kissing was a blend of intimacy and sensuality, but every kiss from Dan was the most intense moment of my life, one after the other. He possessed me with every long, lingering kiss where my breath belonged to him. He teased me, he controlled me, and I felt like I was becoming addicted to his lips.

Then they were gone, as his mouth left mine and trailed down to my breasts. He pulled down my dress and tugged one of my nipples into his mouth, and my head fell back as I moaned. This raw desire was settling through me like a fog of heat, and I realized without a doubt that tonight was the night for my first time.

Dan nibbled my nipple gently, not quite biting, as he carefully pinched the other before changing sides. I quivered under him while my peaks reddened under his touch. It felt like they were swelling for him.

I loved the way he touched me. I loved the way he seemed so excited every time I made a noise of pleasure. The way he controlled my body drove me wild.

He flipped so that he was on his back. “Strip completely.” His commands thrilled me, because I knew he just wanted to please me. I g

ot up and threw off my dress, my bra, my panties, standing awkwardly beside the bed for a split second before he grabbed me. Pulling me to him, he ordered, “Kneel over my mouth. Rock against my tongue until you come, baby.”

He was such a powerful man that being above him like this was strange. But like when he rubbed my feet, he seemed to want to serve me. Straddling his face carefully, he grabbed my ass, pulling my pussy down to his eager mouth. I gripped the headboard for balance as his tongue swiped against me, over and over.

His fingers clutched me harder the louder I was, my moans and cries surprising me. I couldn’t stop. It was so bizarrely intimate, having him devour me this way. His tongue sliding in and out as he tasted me. He made a soft groan as he lapped up my juices. Then he brought his tongue to my clit, two fingers sliding inside me just a bit, circling gently.