Page 96 of The Catch

"We may need to discover that together, too." He kisses me.

"Well, now you have me curious. What else could it be?"

"Not altruism, in any case. I'm getting fresh arepas from the deal." He grabs handfuls of my ass. "And the most delicious dough I've ever had within my reach."

I chortle. "Okay, Casanova."

"Hey. Don't undervalue the power of this ass."

"Who says I am?"

"Because no other ass has the power to make me walk away from homemade, just-cooked arepas."

One of his hands remains anchored to my butt, while the other turns off the stove.

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I'd rather break my fast by eating your pussy right now, is all."

"Wow. Okay."

"Right here."

Without warning, he lifts me to sit on the kitchen island.

"Woah! Saint—"

He kneels. "And I'm pretty sure that, later, you're going to let me sex you up on the couch, too."

"Oh, yeah?"

He nibbles on me through my underwear. Shivers run down my spine. My nipples harden to pinpoints through my tanktop, too.

"And later than that, when my new bed arrives—" he adds.

"You got that new bed?"

"Ordered before coming out of your room. When it gets here—" he uses a finger to move the patch of fabric covering me to the side— "We'll have an inaugural ride on my new mattress. You said I need to sex you up until you forget about everyone else. I'll fuck you until you forget your own name."

"Is that what I said?"

He licks me. "It's what I heard."

My breath hiccups.

"Will there—" I try. "That is— the arepas will get dry and cold. I promised I would… feed you…"

"You are." He licks me again. Caresses my thighs. "Something tells me I can live on your orgasms alone."

I moan. "Saint…"

I'm still processing the words, overtaken by the fire in his eyes, when he stares at me and dips his tongue between my labia.

"Rule number five, Amelia. Everything else can wait."

And he shows me just what he means, by eating me out on the kitchen island until I forget my name, too.

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