Page 191 of Back in the Saddle

“You ditched the nightie, sat on my face and rode it pretty fucking fast when I told you to,” he noted.

Mm.

Lovely memory.

“Fuck, how did life lead me to you?” he asked, and the way he did had me shooting right back to the present and staring at him.

“Eric—” His name was shaky.

“No.” He cut me off, then touched his lips to mine. “We’re not gonna analyze it. It’s there. We both know it. We both felt it.” He dipped close. “And I’ll dominate you all you want, honey, because I get off on that too.”

I shivered.

Eric smiled.

Then he kissed me, we took our time doing it, but we both knew why he stopped.

It was only that Eric murmured the reason. “I’m out and you’re leaking. Let’s get you cleaned up and have some lunch.”

I was down with that, so I allowed him to pull me out of bed.

I grabbed my nightie and panties, and ever the gentleman, he told me to use the bathroom first.

I was in the kitchen perusing the contents of my refrigerator (we had icebox cake and leftover fettucine) when he sauntered in wearing nothing but his cargos.

After-sex bonus: I got an unobstructed view of his chest.

“We have fettucine, or I can DoorDash some Mad Greens,” I told him.

I suggested Mad Greens for him. If it was only me, I’d do a chili-cheese Coney dog from Sonic.

“Mad Greens,” he said (of course), then he pulled his phone out of his cargos. “I got it.”

I shut the fridge door. “I can buy us lunch, Turner.”

“You need to go to work to earn tips because you’ve been bringing jerky and water to a homeless camp, Jess.” There was my overachiever, always figuring stuff out. “You also got all the shit for pastitsio, fettucine and icebox cake. I’m buying lunch.”

“Are you keeping track?” I asked.

“Do I have a dick?” he asked back.

He did, and it was a lovely one.

I got lost in my memories of just how lovely it was, and how much I liked what I did to it, and how much more I liked what it did to me. Somewhere in the middle of remembering how full I felt when he was planted inside, I had his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth.

When he broke the kiss, he didn’t go far.

But he did say, “Just so you don’t doubt it, you give great head.”

“Just so you don’t doubt it, you got serious chops eating a girl out.”

I watched his eyes smile. “Good to know.”

“Same,” I replied.

“What do you want from Mad Greens?”

I had no idea. I knew it existed. But since I frequented Lenny’s for my burger, shake and sandwich needs, QuikTrip for my on-the-go-needs, Raising Cane’s for my chicken tender needs (you get the gist), I had no experience with Mad Greens’ healthy-living menu.

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