Page 24 of Pucking Fate

“Well, I would’ve liked to see you then. I bet you were ten times more gorgeous.”

She playfully slaps at my chest. “You think you’re so smooth…”

“Seriously, Maya,” I tell her when I seize her other hand in mine. “If you need me to sleepover here in Preston’s room at night to prove to you that I’m not sleeping around with anyone else, then I will. I would love to be here with you and Finley than be alone in my hotel room.”

“That’s not necessary. I doubt we would get much sleep if you stayed here,” she says, making me groan at the thought of an entire night in bed with her. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. At the end of the summer, or whenever you leave to go back home, this is over, right?”

“Right,” I agree. Unless I can convince her to move to Greensboro.

Something like disappointment fills her eyes, making me want to take back my reply and try again.

But then Finley is barreling into the kitchen in his dinosaur pajamas with a giant shark book in his hands. “Christian, will you read me a story tonight?”

“Absolutely, buddy,” I tell him. “Go get comfy and I’ll be right there as soon as I finish helping Mommy clean the kitchen.”

“I could read you a story–” Maya starts before Finley takes off running without another word. “It’s like I’m invisible to him now that you’re here,” Maya remarks with a smile.

“Why don’t you go take a long, relaxing bath while I get him tucked in, and then I’ll join you?” I suggest as I tug her closer to me.

Maya rests her palm on my shoulder and shakes her head. “A bath sounds nice, but clothes stay on. For now.”

“Fine,” I agree, giving her a quick peck on the lips while the coast is clear. “But just remember that it’s impossible for me to kiss certain parts of your sexy body if clothes are in the way.”

With that parting comment, I leave her to take out the trash and then go read a bedtime story to my son.

Maya

My bath is anything but relaxing since I can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen once Christian gets Finley to sleep.

Last night was so hot and unexpected. What if tonight’s anticipation leads to a letdown?

Maybe that would be for the best. If things are awkward with Christian, then it won’t happen again. But it’s never been awkward with him.

After I dry off, I lotion up and then choose my sexiest pajamas—thin, pink satin with skimpy spaghetti straps for the top and shorts small enough that they could be panties for the bottoms.

I brush out my hair and leave it down, apply extra deodorant, and then I’m ready. Or as ready as I’ll ever be to fool around with Christian Riley.

It helps to know from our talk last night that I didn’t do anything wrong our first time. At least, that’s what he claims.

Taking a deep breath, I push aside my nerves and open the bathroom door to find Christian’s big body blocking the way into the bedroom.

There’s no chance to overthink things when his eyes rake over my top and shorts a second before he attacks me.

Grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, he pulls my mouth up to meet his in a fierce kiss. His other hand roughly grabs my ass, yanking me toward him and up. My legs automatically wrap around Christian’s hips. When he presses my back to the wall, his thick erection lines up right against my throbbing core.

Christian groans as he rocks against me, stealing my breath. When his damp lips lower to my neck, he says, “Let me taste you tonight. I’ve wanted to taste you for five years.”

“I-I don’t know,” I stammer, my head spinning already with lust. Clothes should stay on, shouldn’t they?

“I’ll come in my own hand so fast, you won’t even have to touch me.”

The idea of seeing Christian getting himself off like he did years ago is hot enough for me to agree to anything, even if I’m freaking out on the inside about the…intimacy of such an act.

Back when we were dating, I went down on Christian at least three times to put off losing my virginity. He offered to return the favor with his fingers or tongue, but I was always too chicken to let him.

Tonight, though, I finally say, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Christian repeats, sounding surprised as he lifts his mouth from my shoulder.

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