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“Honeybee, you can do whatever you want while you’re here. You can paint the walls pink if you want.”

“What about Tigerlilly?” she asks. “And I don’t like pink.”

“What about her? We had two dates, and nothing happened,” I say.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Maybe I’ll get you to do something about those creaky ass steps, but there is something I want to do right now,” she says.

“What’s that?”

“I want to kiss you.”

“You don’t ever have to ask.”

Chapter 35

Brynne

“I’m famished,” he says against my ear. “And since we skipped breakfast and are going right to lunch, you need to cook a lot.” He has both arms wrapped around my waist as we stand in front of the stove. I’m in one of his T-shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs. I sigh in contentment, and he kisses the side of my neck. After sipping the latte he made for me, I put the mug to his lips.

“Well, how am I supposed to cook when you’ve imprisoned me in your arms?” I ask. I close my eyes as he tightens them, and I hope he will never let me go.

Maybe this is as big of a mistake as when I decided to have a love affair while on vacation, but it sure feels good—just like last night when he made love to me two more times. The third time, I rode him until we both cried out in ecstasy. I collapsed on top of him and fell asleep with my sweaty body on top of his.

We just got out of the shower about half an hour ago. We stayed in there longer than necessary while we washed each other. He wanted me again, but I was too sore and told him I needed a break. Instead, I got on my knees and took care of him. He came in my mouth, and while he looked down at me, I swallowed every drop.

He then helped me stand and kissed me until I was dizzy.

“You’ll have to let me go so I can go through your fridge, sir.” He groans as if letting me go pains him, but he finally does. He sits at the kitchen island while I rummage through his well-stocked fridge. “Don’t just sit there. I want another latte.”

He stands and does my bidding while I pull things out of his fridge.

“How about a nice penne pasta with jumbo shrimp and a homemade alfredo sauce? I think you have everything I need to make it.”

“Sounds good to me.” He slaps my ass, and I jolt in surprise.

My stomach growls, so when I notice a variety of deli meats and cheeses, I pull them out. I find a board and make a charcuterie spread of meats, cheeses, grapes, and fancy crackers from his pantry. I put it on the kitchen island, and he pulls me onto his lap to feed me. It’s a carnal affair. Each time he puts food in my mouth, his fingers end up there, too, and I lick them. He kisses my cheek and neck and nips my earlobe between bites of food.

I feel how hard he is, and I grind on top of him. He starts to moan, and his hand ends up under my shirt. I knock it down and jump off his lap.

“You are insatiable.” I bend down to grab a skillet, but then I feel both of his large hands on my ass. He grabs my hips and mimics doing me doggy style. “If you’re good, I’ll let you do me that way tonight.” He spins me around and kisses me softly.

“I’m going to be very good.” He slaps my pussy and walks away. “And then you’re gonna get it good. Don’t wake up my neighbors, though.”

I gasp in shock but burst into laughter. “I’m not that loud.” I put an onion on the cutting board and dice it.

“You are. I’m going to buy a house out in the country so no one will hear you scream.”

“I’m your first black woman. That statement confirmed it. The very idea of me living out in the woods somewhere is insane.”

“I said country, not woods.”

“Same thing. I’m a city girl.”

“Fine. I’ll make the house soundproof.”

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