Page 48 of Living Hell

We all stood there for a moment and let the truth of what happened sink in. Finally, I grabbed a glass and began to pour the milk when I saw Iona move toward me with a gleam in her eye.

“I need a kiss from my fiancé.”

She puckered her lips, and I noticed that not only was her mouth covered in chocolate, but her fingers were, too. She was like a very tall toddler who got into her mom’s cooking batter.

“No.” I put down the carton and backed out of the kitchen toward the living room. “Stay away from me. I’ve got my good T-shirt on.”

“It’s faded and worn. How is that your good T-shirt?”

“It’s comfortable.”

My plea did nothing to stop her. It only encouraged her, and she picked up speed. I ran up the stairs double time and made it into the bedroom, but I couldn’t get the door closed in time. Though Iona was several inches shorter than me, she was quick.

Closing the door, she locked it and smeared chocolate all over the doorknob.

“You need to wash your hands and wipe off your mouth, then I’ll kiss you.”

Shaking her head, she inched closer, dragging out the dread. Unlike the rest of my body, my dick liked this game. My heart pounded and my jeans grew tighter with each step she took.

Iona stopped just short of touching me and I sighed in relief. This childish need of hers to taunt me with chocolate needed to end.

Her smile grew and I realized too late that what I had thought was over had only just begun.

Her finger reached out and my eyes widened as it headed toward my nose. At the last second it changed course, dipped lower and pressed to my lip. My reaction was instant and without thought—I opened my mouth and let it slip right inside.

My cock twitched in appreciation.

“You can help me clean up.” She stepped forward and stood on her toes. The sweet taste of the chocolate did something to me. Or maybe it was the scent of lavender that drifted from her hair as I leaned toward her. Or maybe it was how I couldn’t stop thinking about her at work today. It was a busy day but nowhere near as hectic as yesterday.

I also worried about not using a condom but made a vow that if we had the chance to be intimate again, I’d make sure to have a condom on me at all times. Not physically on my dick all the time. Like, right now, I wasn’t wearing a condom. I just made sure to carry a condom with me wherever I went.

Remembering our night on the picnic table made it hard to concentrate at work. And my eyes dipped to her lips with the memory of how she tasted. I reached out and traced the small scar under her lip.

I remember when Keaghan tripped her in the hall in eleventh grade and she fell. She had a gash on her lips and chin, which healed into a permanent reminder of what an asshole he was. He claimed it was an accident, but I saw how he laughed and high-fived his friends after.

Thankfully, the mixed-up phone numbers and cut lips are just distant memories now.

I pulled her finger from my mouth and lowered my mouth to hers. She sighed and it made the kiss so much sweeter. I nipped and sucked at her lips until she was clean.

“You taste so good,” I said as I lifted her fingers, making sure to get them clean, too.

“I knew you’d like the brownies.”

Lowering her hand, I gazed into her eyes. They were dark, almost black, as she stared at my lips. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and when she touched me, I never wanted her to stop. This woman would be the death of me, and I was sure it involved multiple orgasms and butt plugs.

“It’s you I like. I could eat you all day long.”

The corner of her lips ticked up. “Is that a promise?”

I nodded and lifted her into my arms, walking toward the bed.

“You really do have a thing about carrying me around, don’t you?”

I’ll never let you go.

“You have a thing about being a smart-ass.”

I lowered her onto the bed and stood over her. Last time she was the one almost naked while I never completely removed my clothes. This time, I was going to undress.

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