Page 66 of Angelic Acts
“Did you finish the puzzle?” she huskily asks, still under the table.
I break out into a wolfish grin as I stare at my prey. “No. But I know what your prize is going to be.”
“What–”
Before she can finish asking, I’m hauling her up from under the table. Laying her gently on the couch, I pull up her dress until it’s bunched at her neck. Leaning down, I steal a deep kiss from her, not caring that I taste myself in her mouth.
Slowly, I kiss my way down her torso, between her breasts, to her navel. I dip my tongue inside then continue onward. With a finger on each side, I pull down her panties just far enough to fit my head between her luscious thighs.
My first contact with her clit has her straining for my touch. The second has her back arching off the couch. And the third has her fingers raking through my hair, testing its strength. My fingers find her entrance, her wetness easing my entry.
The heat from her pussy and my breath fog my glasses, so I reach with my right hand to take them off, but she pats my hand away, stopping me.
“Leave them on,” she demands in a strangled voice. Looking up in confusion, she doubles down. “You’re my fantasy sexy nerd with those glasses.”
I hide my grin against her cunt as I feast. My fingers scissor apart, stretching her for a third. My endeavors are encouraged by every moan that falls from her beautiful lips. She sings me a song of passion with her throaty noises.
My pulse spikes as she combusts, contracting against my fingers. When she screams my name, my cock floods again. How can a man hear such songs from an angel and remain unaffected?
I crawl up her form and lay behind her against the couch, pulling her to me. “Angel, you’re fucking perfect,” I whisper in her ear as I play with her hair. She murmurs her agreement, then cuddles deeper into me.
My phone ringing at the desk pulls me from our moment. I’m tempted to ignore it, but during these times, I can’t risk it. When I see who’s calling, I mutter a curse. Doing a quick round of box breathing, I try to steady myself.
“Good morning, Mom,” I greet her as I answer the call, ready to be coddled by my mother. Despite being thirty-two, she still sees me as her baby.
“Bash, how could you not tell me you have a girlfriend!” It’s the hurt in her voice that slices through me.
“Because…” I can’t find a decent reason. She was my secret for so long that I forgot she wasn’t a secret anymore. “Who told you?”
“That doesn’t matter,” she says quickly.
“It was Roman, wasn’t it? That damn gossip!” Roman, while terrifying to behold, has a penchant for gossip. He runs his lips faster than his legs. It’s a good thing he had daughters because they’ll keep him occupied with their drama.
She makes a noncommitted noise, confirming my suspicions. “You leave your brothers out of this. Now, tell me all about her.”
“Erm…” I glance at Lizzy and find her staring at the puzzle with a hazy expression. Even though she’s giving me my privacy, I don’t want to stand here describing her to my mother in front of her. “We can do that later.”
“Oh my goodness! She’s with you right now, isn’t she?” My mother’s squeal of delight warms my chest. She’s wanted me to have someone for so long. But right now really isn’t the best time to call.
“Yes,” I mutter, unable to lie to her, but praying she can’t hear the husk in my voice.
“How wonderful! You must bring her to family dinner tomorrow. Your father and I would love to meet her. Right, honey?” Her voice is muffled as I’m sure she turns away from her phone to ask my father.
My father murmurs his agreement in the background. Whether or not he truly cares to meet her is irrelevant, I know he’ll never disagree with my mother.
“Well, what do you say?”
“I need to ask her first.” Turning, I watch Lizzy as she puts together the pieces I had thrown down. She’s so focused, so beautiful in her interest. Her long fingers twirl a piece around while she searches for its match.
“I’ll be damned. You’re the first of my sons to actually take into account his lady’s opinion on the matter. Well done,” she praises me, pulling my attention from my angel.
I roll my eyes. “That’s because I’m not a brute like the rest of them.”
“Go on and ask her. I’ll wait.” I barely make out Dad mollifying Mom in the background. He’s the only one who can talk sense into her.
Muting the phone, I place it on my desk. I cross the room and stand next to Lizzy where she’s sitting on the couch. She glances up at me, and the smile that appears wraps around my heart.
“What’s going on?” Her sweet voice centers me. I hope she says yes. I’d love for her to meet my family.
