Page 86 of See You at the Sunset

“Which home are we at tonight?” she asked.

“Yours. It’s closer, and I’m not sure I trust myself driving home after.”

Jia’s face broke into a smile, with a bit of an edge. She was excited.

Frankly, so was he. He could not wait.

“God, you were so sexy talking about the themes of the book tonight. I wanted to crawl into your lap right then and there,” Jia said, pulling Henry into the house. His mouth was already on hers.

He slammed the door shut, kicked off his shoes, and lifted her up. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he commanded.

She did as she was told.

As the new community manager at The Sunset, Jia got to live in the manager’s cottage behind the office. It was a cute two-bedroom home, small but tidy. She’d gotten the approval to do some renovations from the board, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

Jia and Henry split time between her onsite home and his condo downtown. She loved both places for different reasons. It didn’t matter where they stayed, frankly. She just loved being with him.

A few months ago, she wouldn’t have dreamed that the two of them could end up together, in Palm Springs no less. Near their favorite people, doing fun activities like Book Club, where they had just come from.

Tonight’s romance novel was a spicy romantasy that Jia haddevoured. Henry took longer to finish it, taking in every detail of the world-building and dissecting the themes. Jia flew through the dialogue and the sex scenes. They were chef’s kiss. It was a great recommendation from her favorite online book reviewer, @irene.loves.love.books.

The reviews were mixed among the Sunset Hills Spicy Book Club, however. It was a spirited discussion. But Jia could barely focus, what with Henry’s flirtatious glances and smiles.

What they hadn’t discussed, thankfully, was a specific scene in which the male main character did some unspeakably dirty things with his tongue to the love interest. Henry was supposed to try those same things on Jia last night.

Except her snoring had scared him away.

But she was ready for him now. God, was she ready.

Her man was, she had come to find over and over again, incredibly talented with his tongue.

Looking down at the gorgeous woman underneath him, Henry was reminded how lucky he really was. Just a few months ago, he had been in a thankless job, living a joyless life, and resigned to a loveless existence.

And then came Jia... with her zest for life. And her huge heart. And her knack for pushing all of Henry’s buttons in the best way. He was a goner.

Jia helped him see that life was worth living in community. Who knew that the community he’d be surrounding himself with would be a bunch of senior citizens?

He was happy.

And he loved seeing Jia come into her own. Find herself. Thrive.

Henry lowered his body down onto hers. Her legs were open and waiting. He greedily lined himself up and slowly pushed his way inside her.

He’d never get used to how good it felt being connected to Jia this way. It was like he was made for her and she was made to receive him. He pushed all the way in, and the moan it elicited made him even harder, if that were possible.

“Henry,” she whispered, “I love you.”

It made him emotional every time she said it, and she said it often.

“I love you too, Jia,” he said. And he began to move, slow thrusts at first. But when she wrapped her legs around his and pushed her feet into his ass, the message was loud and clear.Faster, harder.She lifted herself slightly, meeting him with each pump.

Jia dug her fingers into Henry’s hair, and Henry knew she was close... again. He’d made her come already with his mouth, tonguing both the front and the back just like they’d read about in the book. She giggled when he explored the back side but let herself relax into it when she realized how committed he was to keep going, how much he loved eating her out.

Henry pounded a little harder, and the sound of their bodies slapping together was like the sexiest beat he’d ever heard. The weather had cooled down by winter. But it was still warm compared to what it was like in New York. And without the ceiling fan on, Henry’s and Jia’s bodies were slick with sweat. He’d wash her off in the shower later.

Henry felt Jia stiffen underneath him as she squeezed her cunt around his cock. “I’m coming,” she yelled. Thank godher cottage was set off the main road without any neighbors on either side of her. His girl was a screamer.

“Come for me, baby,” he said.