Page 72 of The Sweetest Devotion

“Can you squeeze in a quickie?” Kennedy wanted to know.

I shook my head regrettably. “Nah, it’s too tempting to get carried away. Besides, the next time we’re together I wantyouon top.”

Briefly, Kennedy frowned.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s…not my thing,” she confessed.

She didn’t like giving head, being on top, and she preferred missionary. “What are you? A pillow princess?”

Kennedy hung her head. “I…I don’t think I’m that good at it, is all. I’m insecure, okay?”

Now I felt like an asshole.

Grabbing her chin, I tipped her head back until she was looking me in the eye. “I’d never judge you for what you’re not confident about sexually, Kennedy.”

Slowly, she loosened up. “Will you show me how you like it?”

“You naked on top of me is all I need,” I insisted. I couldn’t get enough of her naked body, or the feel of myself inside of her.

A playful smile had Kennedy beaming up at me as she tickled my chest. “Can I wear your baseball cap when I ride you?”

My dick was having a field day and my brain was warring with it. Could I do what I wanted to do in about…ten minutes?

Doubt it.

For the sake of my sanity, I took a step back and grabbed my lunch. “What are you getting into today?”

“My friend Jadyn’s off from work. I’m going to head over there as soon as I get dressed and hang out with her for a bit,” Kennedy responded.

She wasn’t supposed to do this. Spend the night and make me food, but I didn’t mind it. And it didn’t seem like she did either.

“Thanks again for the food,” I said. “It’s never a problem having you here, just let me know ahead next time so I can have some fish ready for you.”

Kennedy looked away from me, making herself busy pushing our chairs in at the table instead of replying.

The lust in the air dissolved at once and I could feel her coldness.

“What?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

It was there. That sadness. That distant look in her eye.

I scratched at my head. “You might as well tell me. I can tell something’s up. You’ve been anxious since yesterday.”

Kennedy glared at me just then. “You don’t know me to know when I’m anxious, Keith.”

Truthfully, I didn’t. But I knew what I saw when I looked at her. Knew she was troubled since the day I met her. Something was weighing on her and I couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“Kennedy,” I urged.

Her forehead creased as she shook her head again. “We…we have a deadline, Keith.”

“Adeadline?” I repeated, confused.

She looked up at me with sorrow in her dark eyes. “Cain, my fiancé, and I agreed to get married in December. This thing between you and me, it will end then.”

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