Page 80 of Yours, Unexpectedly

“Right, totally forgot.” I didn’t forget. “Well, I just wanted to come say hi.”

“Hi.”

“See you on Sunday,” I say as I turn and head back toward the bar.

“Bex, who is that guy?” I hear someone ask before I’m out of earshot.

I’m irrevocably in love with Rebecca Bardot.

I know this—have known this for longer than I’d care to admit. But she doesn’t know and I need to figure out a way to tell her.

We have had a perfect first date, and I’m determined to end it by telling her how I really feel.

Making our way upstairs, we can’t keep our hands to ourselves. Gabe let me know he was staying over at Jules’ tonight, so I know we have the apartment to ourselves. I fling the front door open and pull Bex inside behind me, immediately turning to grab the hem of her sweater.

“Can I?” I ask.

She bites her lip, a sheepish expression taking over her face. “I don’t typically do this on the first date…”

I tsk tsk, tapping my finger twice under her jaw. “What do brats get, Baby Bardot?”

I yank the sweater over the top of her head and then slowly slide my hand up her bare stomach over her chest, groaning at the way her pert nipples poke through her lace bra, and settle it loosely around her throat.

Her eyes darken, and fuck me, I love how this woman gets off on pushing the limits. “I’m not sure… will you show me?”

I walk forward and she backtracks until her legs hit the arm of the couch. “Take your clothes off,” I demand.

She listens immediately, kicking off her boots and stripping out of the rest of her clothes, leaving them discarded on the living room floor. I step back and admire her fucking perfect body before me, loving the contrast of having her fully naked while I’m still fully clothed.

“Good fucking girl. Now, give me your hair tie and turn around.”

“Yes, sir.” She tugs on the ribbon, letting the curls fall around her face. Handing it over, she turns, baring her round ass to me. I run my hands from her shoulders down to her wrists, pulling them behind her and tying them loosely—just enough to give the illusion of restraint.

I push between her shoulder blades, bending her over the arm of the couch, presenting me with a picture that I will never forget.

“You might have been a brat when we first got here, but you’ve been so good listening to me so I’ll let you pick… one or two?” I smooth my hands over her backside, not clarifying what I mean.

She peers over her shoulder, barely contemplating for a moment. “Two.”

I pull my hand back and give her a slap across her right ass cheek. The surprised moan she lets out has me straining against my zipper—I was already hard as a rock and now I’m worried that I’m about to explode.

“Fuck, baby. Does that make you wet? Need another?”

She just nods frantically into the couch cushion, so I even her out with a slap across her left side. She arches off the couch, arms still restrained with the ribbon. I bend down, soothing the sting with my hand and tongue. Pushing her feet apart, I move my mouth down to her exposed pussy. I lick a solid line from her clit up to her ass, lapping up her sweetness. She pushes back into me, riding my face as best she can from this angle.

I’m encouraged by every sound falling from her lips. I get lost in her little noises, working her over with my mouth and my fingers for several minutes until I can feel her start to tremble. Her orgasm explodes out of her, and I wait patiently as she rides every last wave.

Slowly, I stand and undo the tie around her wrists. I have to grip her around the waist as she stands and turns toward me, her legs still shaking from release. Sliding her arms around my neck, I bend and carry her bridal style back to my bedroom. I place her on the bed and stand to undress, but she stops me with her hand on my forearm. “Let me?” she asks, as if I could deny her anything.

She stands and slowly pulls my henley over my head, pausing to kiss up and down my stomach. When she gets down to my belt, she runs her hand over my straining erection before nipping it lightly. I watch with rapt fascination as she undoes my belt and jeans, sliding them down my legs. After getting rid of my boxer briefs, I’m finally as naked as she is. She wraps her hand around my cock, but now it’s my turn to stop her. “I want to be inside you.”

Bex meets my eyes and she must find what she’s looking for because she nods and crawls back onto the bed. I grab a condom, rolling it on as she lays down. I kiss from her adorable pink-painted toes all the way up her body until I’m finally at her mouth. Slanting my lips over hers, I let her taste herself.

“See how sweet you are. How could I not want to have you for dessert every night?” I ask.

“You can have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too,” she replies.

I nuzzle my nose against hers. “Yes, please,” I say as I line myself up and slide into the glorious heat of her, watching as her jaw drops in pleasure. We rock into each other a few times before I have to pick up the pace.

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