Page 58 of Fake it For Good
“Don’t stop,” I replied. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you jerking inside me.”
He bucked once, his hand fisting in my hair and tugging hard. I cried out as another jolt of pleasure rocked through me when he exploded. He held me against him, jerking over and over until he went limp against me. I held him against my chest, rubbing my hand down his back and nuzzling the side of his neck.
The oven timer interrupted the moment. I burst into laughter. I couldn’t explain why. The moment just got very real. “Damn,” he groaned. “I could stay just like this all day.”
“Your dinner is burning,” I said.
“Are you really that hungry?” he joked.
“I think burnt manicotti might stink,” I told him.
“Fine.” He pulled away and turned off the oven timer. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “I’m coming back for more.”
I hopped off the counter. “Why don’t we eat first?”
“Naked?” He pulled on a couple of oven mitts. The sight of him nude with only oven mitts on his hands was both ridiculous and hot.
“Don’t burn your bits,” I warned him.
He paused and looked down at his dick. “Bits?” he questioned. “Did you really just refer to my dick as a bit?”
“Stop,” I said, laughing, and picked up my panties. “You know there is nothing bitty about that thing. It’s a very nice dick.”
He grinned before turning around to pull the dinner out of the oven. Never, ever, ever would I have imagined I would be in the kitchen of a mansion with a very naked hot guy. Never. Like it was so far out of the realm of possibility, it never even entered my fantasy world. I wasn’t going to sit around naked, but I wasn’t all that interested in getting fully dressed either. I snatched his shirt and put it on. I buttoned a couple of buttons and called it good.
He took one look at me and nodded. “That’s what I’m talking about. Hot. Are you sure you’re hungry?”
“I am hungry.”
He sighed and hung his shoulders. “Fine,” he pouted.
I loved that he wanted me that badly. It did make me feel very sexy. I picked up his briefs and handed them to him. After taking off the oven mitts, he pulled them on. He finished putting together the rest of the dinner while I picked up our scattered clothes and put them in a pile in the corner. I sipped my beer, watching him move around in just the tight little briefs. His legs were muscled, which made me curious as to how he stayed in such good shape.
“Are you a runner?” I asked.
“Not really,” he answered. “I run on the Peloton a couple of times a week.”
“Ah, I bet you have a home gym in here, don’t you?”
He grinned again. “It was the next door down from the playroom. We’ll eat and I’ll give you a real tour.”
“I’d like that.”
We sat at the small table next to the kitchen. I had stumbled into the dining room earlier. It was huge with a table big enough to seat at least twelve. I liked the small round table with the windows on one side. After dinner, he took me on the tour of his house. We were both barefoot as we walked around. He held my hand and pointed out this and that feature. I wasn’t really paying attention to the grand house. I was more focused on him. How in the world was he still single?
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“Hey,” I said when Noelle picked up the phone. “What are you wearing?”
“You’re such a dork,” she said, laughing.
“Is it sexy?”
“You said it was a business dinner,” she replied. “I didn’t think sexy was appropriate.”
“Sexy is always appropriate when it comes to you.” I liked flirting with her. I loved that she didn’t really expect it. She always turned a little red when I talked dirty. Like she didn’t think she was as sexy as I kept saying she was.
