Page 60 of Late to Love

“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckle.

I pull the bandana down, and in front of me is the most gorgeous pool table I’ve ever seen. Sleek and yet masculine, the felt is dyed in what I can only describe as an ombre sunset. The pockets are a sumptuous woven leather the color of sand. Carved into the top edge of the table is a swirling pattern reminiscent of ocean waves, accented with bits of pearl inlay. Swallowing, I take in the woman next to me. “Darcy.”

“Mm?” She looks terrified, her eyes wide, her hands fidgeting.

“Did you—did youmakethis?” My voice cracks as I speak.

She nods and clenches her hands against her sternum.

I swing my gaze back to the table. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s perfect. It’s exactly what I would have asked for, if I’d known something as beautiful as this could be made. My eyes sting as I turn to face her. “Darcy. No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” I can’t fathom what it took her to do this. The creativity. The time. The cost.

She relaxes a little, giving me a soft, nervous smile. “Do you like it?”

I take her hands in mine, feeling the callouses on them. “Darcy, I love it.”I love you.The thought lands in my head like a sledgehammer, nearly taking me out with its intensity. I keep the words inside, pulling her into my arms and slanting my mouth over hers. Words won’t do my thanks justice, so I let my mouth do the talking.

She whimpers, the sound making me go rock hard as always. Our grips tighten on each other, and I’m moving her to lean against the pool table without a second thought. I undo the overalls, palming her soft skin as they give way, then shove them down past her knees and kneel to take her boots off. When they’re off, I pull the overalls off, leaving her in cotton panties and a sports bra, and she has never looked sexier.

“Does this mean you love it?” she confirms, smiling down at me.

I yank the black underwear off, then stand to sit her ass on the pool table. She yelps.

“Anthony!”

“Yes?” I answer as I kneel on the plush rug she’s put beneath the table. “Nice carpet down here, by the way. Good on my knees.”

“We shouldn’t?—”

I grin suggestively at her. “Surely you built this to be very sturdy,” I admonish.

“Well, yes, but?—”

“Then shut up and let me eat your pussy.”

“But you haven’t seen the rest?—”

With one hand, I push her knees apart and lick up her seam, listening to her answering groan in return. This is, without a doubt, my favorite: hearing her pants of pleasure above me, feeling her fingers tighten in my hair and using the grip to swirl my face against her pussy as I bring her to orgasm. The fact that I have her on the custom pool table she made just for me makes it infinitely better.

She comes hard and fast, just like I want her to, and as I stand, using the back of my arm to wipe my mouth as I grin at her, she yanks me close, pulling me in for a kiss while she undoes my jeans.

“Darcy,” I start.

She shoves my jeans and underwear down, then leans back on her elbows and spreads her legs. “Shut up and fuck me, Anthony.”

Well. When she puts it like that.

I pull her off the table and flip her around, pressing her chest down to the felt before dropping to my knees to lick her center once again. It’s only when her legs are quivering and she’s begging for me that I stand and slam my cock into her, both of us shouting as I immediately start to move. She’s absolutely flawless, flushed and keening, bent over a pool table I’ll never use without thinking of her, and as she moans and tells me to go harder, faster, all I can think isI love you, I love you, I love you.

Chapter22

Darcy

ISET MYSELF to rights, cleaning up and changing into the clothes I’d brought for bowling practice, and find Anthony looking at me with something very close to tenderness as I pack up my overalls. “What?”

“Nothing.”

I straighten and close the distance between us. “That look isn’t ‘nothing.’ What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He gathers me to him, his big palms settling on my hips as he looks down. “Nothing.” A pause. “Except, this is it, huh? No more to do up here?”

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