Page 168 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I sit next to her and place my hand on her bare thigh. “That works.”
“Will you eat with me?”
“As long as I can have you for dessert,” I say.
“Says the guy who was gasping for air a few seconds ago.”
“Babe, you fucked me while hanging on to the headboard and bouncing up and down. Your tits were, fuck, I’m going to get hard just thinking about it.”
She chuckles. “I gave you a show, did I?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Well, looks like this wife knows what she’s doing.”
“She does.” I lean in and press a sweet kiss on her lips. She lightly moans and cups the back of my neck and moves on top of my lap.
Christ.
I slip my hands inside of her robe, pressing them against her bare waist as her hands filter into my hair, kissing me harder.
When she pulls away, I feel drugged.
Light-headed. Although, I’m now doubting my intelligence for pushing her away physically for so long.I feel fucking amazing.
She kisses the tip of my nose and then slides her hands down to my pecs. “Tell me something about you.”
“What do you want to know?” I ask, feeling like an open book.
“What did you want to be when you were growing up? And you can’t say something like…take over your dad’s business. Like what was the thing you wanted to be as a kid?”
“A deli worker.”
“What?” She laughs, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “A deli worker?”
“Yeah, I was fascinated by the big meat slicers, and I thought it was cool. I wanted to be the one who sliced the meat.”
“Oh my God, Hudson.” She pats my chest. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Did you ever get to slice the deli meat?”
“I did. I actually bought myself a meat slicer a few years ago and a giant turkey breast. I sliced it up and gave everyone two pounds.”
“No, you didn’t.”
I nod slowly. “I did. This was during a time when I was bored out of my mind, not particularly challenged because my dad wasn’t giving up control, and well…decided I’d live out a fantasy I thought I’d never see.”
“Aww, that’s kind of…”
“Sad?”
“Maybe a little,” she says with a pinch to her fingers. “But also, sweet in a way. A thirty-year-old man handing out pounds of sliced meat. That’s…nice.”
“Is it though?” I ask with a wince.
“I mean, were you wearing an apron that saidmeat delivery?”
“No.”
“Seems like a missed opportunity to me.”
