Page 52 of Dirty Love

“Busy.” She yawns. “Rehearsals are going well, though. So that’s good. And I went grocery shopping this morning so I’ve got food for us.”

“Such luxury.”

“I ate half of the strawberries, though.”

“I tasted them,” I say with a quiet laugh. “Were they good?”

“Amazing.” She kisses my chest. “Almost as good as that delicious fuck, Mr. Carter. Shall we do it again?”

My cock leaps to life beneath her, and I set my hands on her hips, urging her back. She’s sloppy from my first load, and fuck, but that’s hot in a filthy way.

She squirms against my erection. “You like me on top?”

“Fucking right. I want to watch you writhe for me.”

“I should show you the rest of my place…”

I thrust into her. Yes, being on the bottom is my favorite position. “All in good time.”

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The next thing I see is her bathroom, which is magnificent.

“This shower holds what, like ten people?”

She blushes, and I pin her against the tile wall.

“Really?”

She rolls her eyes. “You know how we are. Hedonistic Hollywood types. And it was tight at six.”

I laugh and kiss a water droplet off her lower lip. “I bet.”

“It was a few years ago. When I bought the place. Housewarming party got kind of out of control. I don’t usually…here.”

“It’s fine,” I whisper, and the kiss gets deeper.

The sun is setting when we finally make it to the kitchen. The west-facing side of her house is almost entirely windows, letting in a stunning view of Puget Sound, and an island in the near distance.

She’s made up some plates of finger foods, mostly fruits and vegetables, but some meat and dips and crackers, too. We carry them outside, where she has a fancy heater for the deck, and a box of blankets.

I pull her into my lap and we lazily eat while we talk and watch the sun drop out of sight on the horizon.

“This feels like we’re playing house,” I muse as we tidy up in the kitchen.

She shoots me a weird look. “Is that a bad thing?”

I frown. “No.” Did I make it sound like it was?

“Is it a good thing?” She laughs. “Want me to get a 1950’s style dress and cook you a meatloaf?”

“Forget I said anything.”

“But you did. Why?”

“Because it’s different than what we’ve done before, that’s why. Leave it alone.”

“Or what, you’ll spank me for questioning the master of the house?”

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