Page 17 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Twelve

Chase

The night air had cooled, which was good. Kissing Macy had started out as just that, a kiss. But my cock had reacted instantly. Hell, every cell in my body had reacted instantly. A few times, I'd tried to convince myself it was the virgin thing. The notion of introducing someone as amazing as Macy to the joys of sex held more than just a little appeal. But it didn't take long for me to dismiss the virgin theory. As intriguing as that was, it was the woman herself who had me spinning. Her quick wit, the way she rubbed her finger across her bottom lip to wipe away spaghetti sauce, fuck, even the way she ate the spaghetti had me spinning. And that was why I'd stopped myself before I hit the point of no return, before I lost my mind entirely and took her right there on the balcony. She was slightly drunk, and she'd just told me that she'd gone through a four year relationship waiting and trying to imagine what sex was like. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off or ruin her expectations with a wild, crazy fuck on the balcony. Even though a wild, crazy fuck was exactly what I wanted. I needed to go slow and pace myself. I was going to do this right. If Macy was interested, I was going to introduce her to the world of pleasure.

She put down her fork. "Delicious. Your chef friend is amazing.” She rubbed her bare arms. "It's getting cold, and I need to get back home and go to bed. I've got to be up in six hours."

"But tomorrow is Saturday."

"Yes, it's a slower day than the rest of the week, but I can't afford to shut down. Sunday is my day off. Although, I spend most of it doing paper work and testing recipes."

"Testing recipes? Well, if you're in need of a taste tester, I'd like to offer my services."

Her lips were still slightly swollen from my kisses and that made me pretty fucking pleased. "If you like, you can come by Sunday afternoon." She waved her hand. "What am I saying? A guy like you probably has a million things on his social calendar."

"What time?" I asked.

Her eyes rounded and those same swollen lips fought to keep back a smile. "Four o'clock?"

"I'll be there."

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