Page 45 of Love Is Ale You Need

“You can do that to me anytime you want,” I say over my shoulder to his retreating frame.

A few seconds later, he’s returning with a damp paper towel. He holds it out for me and I take it. He bends, resting his hand on the couch, caging me in. “And I fully intend to.” Then he winks. “But it will have to wait.”

“That’s okay. I need some recovery time after today, anyway.” We share a moment of silence, before I ask, “Is this like our fourth date?”

“Well, if we’re counting sex as dates,” he rubs his chin, “This would technically be our fifth. I did walk you to your car. Compared to all the other dates, that one is pretty high on the not as memorable meter.”

“Only because we didn’t have sex.”

“You’re catching on.” His hand tips up my chin as he bends down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “From here on out, sex dates only and we should do them more often. Like tomorrow. I’ll add you to my calendar.”

“You’re insatiable,” I smile and shake my head, “but also I have to work tomorrow.”

He shoves his arms through the armholes of his shirt. Starting at the bottom, he slowly buttons his shirt. “Another time then. I hate to fuck and run, but I do have a meeting at the office in an hour.”

“I see how it is. You’re only using me for sex.” I flash him a playful smile.

He bends down so his lips are inches from mine. “With the way your legs were gripping my head like a vise grip, I’d say you’re using me for sex.”

“Fair. We can use each other.” I grip the front of his shirt and pull him the rest of the way to me, pressing my lips to his in a soft and lingering kiss.

He pulls away slightly. “Just so you know, you’re worth more than this. Say the word and I’ll show you.”

All I can do is press my lips together and nod. How can he give me the world's greatest orgasm and then say the sweetest thing ever? My ovaries can’t take it. I rise to my feet and clasp the blanket under my arm. Trey strolls toward the front door and I’m a few steps behind him. He spins around, clasps my cheeks with both hands, and places a kiss on my lips. I fight the urge to deepen the kiss and make him miss his meeting for another round. I guess there will have to be another date. So that’s how he does it. Dammit.

We break apart and he points to the now scrap pieces of flimsy laminate pine wood that was once my table. “Is there a dumpster where I can put that?”

“Off to the right when you exit the door there’s a dumpster. If you can take the big piece, I can get the rest.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

He lifts the top piece that somehow managed to stay mostly together and tucks it under his arm like it’s nothing. I hold the door open for him and he strolls down the hallway. I admire his backside as he saunters away until he’s down the stairs and out of sight.

“I was concerned when I heard the loud crash earlier, but the moans that followed soon after told me not to bother you.”

I swivel my head to the left to find Marcie with her head poking out of her doorway, an amused grin covering her face. Warmth covers my cheeks, knowing she heard us. “Yeah. It was my dining room table.”

“May I recommend you buy yourself some sturdier furniture?” She flashes me a wink before retreating into her apartment.

Then I do the same. When the door clicks behind me, I throw myself against the wood and exhale a deep breath, but I can’t fight my own enormous grin.

SIXTEEN

GENITAL MASSEUSE

Rylee

Trey

Pick one.

Rylee

What’s this?

Trey

A link to different styles of tables Bennett builds.

Rylee

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