Page 145 of Almost Love

She fought back a smile and strained one tumbler, then slid it to the side for Oakley. Turning in his arms, she sipped on her drink and followed the shape of his strong jaw, down his throat and as he swallowed, and pressed a kiss to his neck. A rumble started in his chest and Clementine smiled as she covered her mouth with her glass.

He cleared his throat, tilting his head to look at her. “What are we doing today?”

“Well I was going to tie my boyfriend to the bed and have my way with him.”

“Boyfriend?” His eyes widened, hearts practically popping out.

She rolled her eyes. “A little juvenile. But that’s what you are, right?”

“Baby, you can call me anything, as long as I’m yours.”

“Pretty sure we established that last night.”

“I like being reminded as often as possible.”

She hummed, aware that he wanted her to say the words, but she was going to be difficult for the fun of it. “So, where did you go this morning?”

“Really, brushing right past that?”

“Yes.”

“Clem.” She arched an eyebrow, draining the last of her coffee. “Please say it,” he whispered, eyes watery and soft.

“You’re mine.”

He exhaled loudly and pressed his mouth to hers. The taste of toothpaste and coffee hit her as their tongues danced, then he was pulling away with a wide grin. “Needed a change of clothes and food for Gracie. Thought about picking up breakfast, but realized it was already so late, so maybe we can do brunch?”

“What if I really did want to tie you to my bed?”

He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by his rumbling stomach. “Food first, then you can tie me up.”

A little over an hour later, he was whining as they got ready. “I should have ignored my stomach, because I thought we would be having brunch at home.”

Clementine shook her head and swiped mascara on, glancing at him through the mirror. His blond hair was dark from the shower and his torso was bare because he was attempting to seduce her back into nudity. He had managed to pull on his jeans, but refused to get fully dressed. The thing that really got her was the way he was watching her—green eyes dark and slowly moving over her body.

“Because,” she started, twisting her mascara tube shut, “we need to eat and I want to take you to another one of my favorite spots in town.”

His lips formed a cute pout. “And after…we can get back into bed together?”

“Maybe.”

She had a vague plan for the day. After all, it was her day off and she was back with the man of her dreams. Nothing was important, except food. Clementine fluffed her hair and turned to find him still half-dressed. “In the last twelve hours, you’ve consumed enough sugar to power a bakery, enjoyed two solid orgasms, and you’re still whining?”

If they hadn’t gotten a little frisky in the bathroom a few moments ago, she would fall for his pouting. The shower sex had been a little unexpected. But they made it work with one of her legs hitched up around his waist as he bent at the knees and fucked her. It had been impossible to come that way, so they touched and stroked each other until they had to wash themselves off again.

Warm hands cupped her face as he said, “When it comes to you, sex and orgasms, I always want more.”

“Greedy,” she teased.

“To bury myself inside you? Yes. To have your taste on my tongue forever? Yes. To watch this delicious mouth wrap itself around my cock? Yes.”

Then he was kissing her, fingers messing up her hair as his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. She moaned, her hands grabbing his sides to steady herself as she kissed him back. She’d never get enough, want enough or have enough of this man. Clementine understood his desire, because she felt it too. They couldn’t always lock themselves away. Sucking on his tongue, she growled and pulled away. His dark eyes blinked open, devouring her hungrily.

“When we get back, you can worship me on your knees.”

He nodded, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Okay.”

With a gentle shove, she stepped out of his reach and reapplied her lipstick. She could still feel his eyes on her as she moved around her bedroom, putting things away, but she also heard the rustling of clothes. Looking over her shoulder, he was tugging on a plain white T-shirt. He stepped in front of the mirror to comb his fingers through his hair, his eyes meeting hers as she smiled at him.

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