Only Tulip Rose, the home-schooled, flower shop managing, sheltered virgin who wants to save her brother after he takes a loan he can’t pay back. She begs me to let her wash dishes or mop floors to work off his debt, but I’ve got an even better job in mind for my sweet little petal.
Author’s note: Blow is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun ninety-minute read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.
My mobile hits the floor, and I’m on her before I even realize I’ve taken her down. Body checking her to the sofa in the small sitting area, pinning her to the cushion as I growl at her. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
Breathless and shocked, she lies still as a statue beneath me. “Think about what?”
Of its own volition, my hand finds its way to her throat and her racing pulse throbs against my palm as I squeeze her into submission. “Trying to earn money like that.”
Her head shakes as her eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t. I would never–”
“That’s right. You will never fucking put your mouth or your body on anyone but me.”
I loosen my grip around her willowy neck so she manage more than just a whisper. “What?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you…because I was wondering…if you like those too.”
Jesus. “You want to give me a blow job?”
“I don’t know. I was just kind of curious, and you’ve done things before…and I haven’t….”
Things. My innocent virgin wants to explore with me. Almost as much as I want to teach her.
“I mean I don’t even understand why they call it a blow job.”
Every second I spend with her just gets better and better. I’m so hard for her my entire body hurts, and I know she feels my desire too with me lying on top of her. I slide back and clutch her hand, lifting her to a sitting position next to me. My erection almost busts through the gray material, and I have no choice but to shove down my waistband and release my cock from the barrier.
Plump satin lips purse together as she leans toward me, and she blows out a few puffs of air against the head, already glistening with thick white droplets in the slit.
She frowns and shakes her head. “Well that can’t be right.”
Uncertain if I should laugh or beg, I decide tact is a better option in this situation. She’s being brave and I’m sure as hell not going to shut her down or disparage her efforts. “It’s not but that’s okay.”
Huge brown eyes meet mine when she looks up. Imploring me to help her understand. “Then what?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Lust flames in her eyes as she scrutinizes me. Determining if I’m the one for her to test her skills, even though that’s already been decided because no other man touches what’s mine.