Page 54 of Pretty Obsessed

“Keep working, I got it.”

I closed my laptop and set it aside. “I need a break. I’ve been in one position too long.” Sitting too long not getting a damn thing done, not after watching him all morning. I needed a change of scenery to clear my head of the romance for my personal life I was building in fantasy land. I needed to get back to the fantasy land I should be working on.

“Are you sure?” He put water on the stove for more coffee, holding his hands over the kettle before it even began to steam.

“Very.” I pushed to my feet, drinking him in again. The private view of this public person. A side no one got to see. Or very few people.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “What?”

“Nothing.” I lowered my gaze and shook my head. Jesus, I needed to get out of my head.

“That didn’t look like nothing.”

“What did it look like?” I asked, smiling to myself. Caught.

“Like you were thinking about more than what we were about to have for lunch or something.”

“Or something.” It was so much more innocent than that but way more intimate. It would be easier to admit to thinking about his cock in my mouth again.

He curled a finger at me. “Come over here.”

I did as he asked, lifting my gaze. “I’m starting to think it’s not lunch you want at all.”

“I can think of other ways to warm up.” His hands were on me the minute I entered his space, slipping under my shirt, cold and pointed, going directly to all the spots that made me moan the night before.

“Can you?”

He walked me back until my ass hit the counter. “I think I can. Do you mind cold lips?” He didn’t wait to press them to my throat, causing a shiver to run through me.

“Shit.”

“Should I stop?” He paused what he was doing, lips hovering so close.

“If you want to stop.” Could I call his bluff?

He stepped back, retreating to the stove a filthy smirk on his lips. Was he calling my bluff now? “I guess I’ll see what you have in the fridge.”

Casually he turned to open it.

“Hey!”

“Yes?” He shot a glance over his shoulder.

“You aren’t really going to make lunch, are you?” Outrage filtered into my voice.

“You didn’t seem too interested in what I was doing, maybe you’re hangry.” He delivered the line so perfectly I almost believed him.

“I’m not hangry!”

A smirk tipped at the edge of his mouth. “What are you?”

Color came to my face, flushing my cheeks. “Horny,” I said under my breath.

He put a hand to his ear. “Can’t hear you over the kettle.”

“Horny.” I set my jaw.

“And what would you like me to do about that, dearest?” He turned towards me, giving me the full intensity of his gaze. Like he would devour me whole the second I asked.

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