This Is All A Lie (January and Gulliver) novel Chapter 279

Still Part I

January watched with bated breath as Gulliver slowly slipped her feet off his lap and rose from the sofa. His dark eyes were intent and focused on her as his jaw clenched and his chest heaved.

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“We will start with the back massage and see where it takes us?” He held out the bottle of oil to her. When she clasped it in her hands he lifted her off the sofa and carried her to the bedroom. “Know that at any time you can change your mind and I will not be angry with you. I may need some time alone in the bathroom,” a tiny hint of a smile pulled his cheeks.

She wound her arms around his neck, “I want this, Gulliver.”

“I’m simply saying if you don’t feel the same at any time, you can rest assured you can tell me to stop and I will stop.”

“I know, Gulliver.” She held his gaze as he stood her next to the bed. She watched him carefully as his hand trembled while reaching for the zipper at the side of her dress. He was nervous. It made her heart flutter with an affection which she once thought she’d never feel again. While she clutched the jar of oil, his shaky fingers slid the zipper down her side to her up and8:43 then he slowly pushed her dress to the floor.

Standing in her bra and thong panties January reveled in the raspy sound of Gulliver’s breathing as he slowly let his knuckles. drag along her decolletage down through her cleavage and the roundness of her breast before sliding back up again. His eyes dark and focused on the way her skin responded, teeny dots of goosebumps rising up.

Startled his eyes flicked to where she adjusted the oil to one hand and then using the other hand she began to unbutton his shirt. She let her fingernails trail through the dark ridge of hair from his chest to his navel and then lower still until she reached where his shirt was tucked into his trousers. She pulled it free with very little finesse. She pushed the shirt clear off his shoulders and then, her hand flat against his skin she let her palm stroke the bronzed skin she’d revealed.

“You got bigger,” she swallowed the lump in her throat as she took in the musculature of his torso, “thicker and more defined.”

“I needed an outlet. There were only so many people to kill.”

She giggled in spite of the darkness of his comment and felt his hands move to reach her back to unclip her bra. She let the straps fall down her arms and stood proudly in front of him as the lacy garment hit the floor between their feet.

You are so fucking beautiful.” His hand boldly cuppehe weight of her breast, “you also are bigger, more rounded, softer somehow and yet,” he looked to her flat belly, “you work out and

are toned and tight too.” His fingers traced over a wide ribbon of a stretch mark on her skin. “From Kaylee?”

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