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“I love having you here, but this pie is not good for my body. It sure tastes good though.” Dinner’s long since over, and we were so full from the stew that we waited a couple of hours to eat dessert. She warmed the pie and put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on each slice. It was so good that after I ate mine, I got the rest of the dessert, dumped ice cream all over it, and grabbed one clean spoon.

She’s now straddling me on the couch while I feed us.

“We’re not supposed to eat an entire pot of stew and pie in one day,” she says. Just as she says it, she opens her mouth for another spoonful, but I move it away from her mouth and eat it.

“More for me,” I say and take another spoonful. She snatches the spoon from me and fills it with ice cream.

“Oops,” she says after dropping some on my chest. “I guess I’ll have to clean that up. I don’t want you thinking I’m a bad houseguest.” Her mouth lands on my chest, and she licks the sugary dessert off me. My dick, which has been in a constant state of arousal, hardens further. “Oh, what just popped up, Mr. Kincaid? Are you being a dirty boy?”

“There’s nothing boyish about me, and you know it. Stick your hand in my pants if you want a reminder.” She wiggles her brows and pulls off my belt. She then unbuttons the top button and unzips my pants. Her hand soon wraps around me, and I throw my head back and close my eyes. “Did you find what you’re looking for?” I put the pie on the coffee table, put my hand to the back of her neck, and pull her face close to mine. “Maybe I should change your name to Busy Bee.” I kiss her deeply and she tastes of sugar and cinnamon.

She lets go of my dick and tries to pull my pants down. I lift myself up, and she gets the pants and underwear down my thighs to my ankles until I kick them off.

“Now what?” I say against her mouth. “What are you going to do?” She pushes against my chest and points to the couch. I follow her lead and lie down. She stands and slowly pulls down her tight black pants. Her shirt hooks at the crotch, and she unsnaps it and lifts it over her head. She has no bra, and her breasts spring free.

She climbs on top of me and sticks her face in the crook of my neck, sucking and biting, and it feels so good I don’t give a second thought to getting marked. She kisses her way down, flicking my nipples with her tongue before she kisses and sucks her way down my chest past my navel. She stops when she gets to my dick. It’s hard and ready for her. The top is oozing that clear liquid, and when she licks it off, I almost fall off the couch.

“Control yourself, Kincaid. I’m just getting started with you.” She leaves my dick and reaches for the dessert. Seconds later, I let out a hiss when I feel a cold substance on me, but it doesn’t last long. She takes me to the back of her throat.

“Honeybee,” I sigh. “God damn, your mouth feels good.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes me. “It’s about time you put that smart mouth to good use.” She stops, and I reach around and slap her naked ass. “Don’t stop, baby,” I say. “Oh, fuck,” I croak out when she puts me back in her mouth. She tortures me by pulling me out and taking me back in. She does it until I almost go crazy. I’m close to the edge, but I want to come inside her pussy, not her mouth.

I roll us over and we nearly fall, but I manage to keep us on the couch. I slide down her body and lift her legs high before I stick my face in her pussy. I don’t tease her clit like I normally would. Instead, I bite it, and she lets out a loud groan. It’s so loud I’m grateful the only neighbor I have on this floor is on the opposite side of the hallway. I give her the same sweet torture she gave me moments ago. I suck and lick and bite, spreading her legs further apart, and suck her inner thighs, ensuring she will have marks there for days, if not longer.

I lie on top of her and slide inside her wet pussy in one hard thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she practically screams.

“You like that?” Whatever she was going to say gets lost when I thrust deep inside of her. “I said, do you like that?”

“You know I do,” she says. “You jerk. Aaah,” she says while I fuck her hard. This is how she likes it, and I will give it to her. Her nails scrape my now sweaty back, and she bites my shoulders. She wraps one leg around me and her moans fill my living room.

“I’m coming,” she croaks before she starts to shake uncontrollably beneath me. I’m not too far behind, and soon I fill her with my release, holding her against me while she continues to shudder.

“I have you, baby,” I croon in her ear. “Let go. Let me hold you.” She slides her hand through my hair, kissing and nibbling the side of my neck. It’s not long until I slide out of her, but I stay on top and kiss her lips, neck, and the tops of her breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” I say.

“You make me feel that way,” she says.

“That’s because you are.” We roll over, and I spoon her from behind.

“You need some blankets on this couch,” she jokes.

Chapter 37

Brynne

“Oh, shut up,” I whisper to the television.

The stupid weatherman just said the snowstorm is behind us, and the city is cleaning up. I received an email from my condo association that the sidewalks have been paved and salted and that entry to the garage is working without issue. It’s also Monday, and I’ve been working from Colin’s apartment on my laptop. He sent an email last night letting everyone know he would be working from home, and everyone else has that option. The office will officially open tomorrow.

Today’s been a quiet day, and one of the perks of working at the office is having three large monitors versus just my laptop. It’s not even lunchtime, and I dread leaving this afternoon. There’s no reason for me to stay another night, and he’s been hospitable, but I’m sure he wants his privacy back.

The way he’s been all up in your privacy, he probably wants you to stay.

I chase the thought away. It was a truce brought on by being forced together. The truth is, I don’t know what I would have done if Colin hadn’t saved me. I probably would have taken my chances on Saturday and driven home, but instead, I was here with him and had one of the best weekends of my life.

There’s a connection and a chemistry between us that I’ve never had with anyone else. The man put his hands on my hips this morning to walk past me to get in the shower, and I was turned on. So turned on that I followed him into the shower and let him fuck me against the tiled walls. I was only mildly annoyed when my hair got wet.

He’s in his home office upstairs, and I’m situated on the kitchen island. He hasn’t been acting like he wants me gone. He made coffee and a light breakfast, and while he cooked, I pressed myself to his back and wrapped my arms around him. I probably should have left after breakfast. I could have gone into the office and worked in peace. I need to get out of here before it gets dark and the temperature drops, making the roads slicker with ice. I look back at the television; they predict more snow in the next five days. Part of me wishes it would fall now, so I have an excuse to stay.

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