Page 33 of Love You A Latte

That it’s us, together.

Addison pops back into the shop right before closing this evening, looking like a sun-drenched goddess in the golden hour light and wearing a bright orange and yellow sundress. The hem hits a few inches above her knees, and the top ties across her breasts so there’s a peek of skin just below them, two straps looping over her shoulders and down her back. I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra and it’s turning my thoughts feral.

She saunters up to the counter, a sinful smile curving her lips. I lean over it, my hand automatically cradling her head as I pull her in for a kiss.

Tori walks out of the backroom and sounds like she swallowed her tongue.

“Gah, gross,” she says. “Can you guys like, not do that right over the pastry case?”

I glance down, realizing she has a good point, then shuffle Addison down the counter until I can swing around the end and tug her body into mine.

“Okay for real? How about just, not in here at all,” Tori drawls, and I cut away from Addison’s lips again to glare ather.

“Go home, Tori.”

“I haven’t finished cleaning up yet.”

“I’ll do it,” I say, needing to get her out of here so I can enjoy my woman.

“I can help,” Addison chimes in, taking a step back from me.

I groan at the interruption but toss her a rag, then turn to wipe down the counter as quickly as I can. I glance up to see her bent over a table, short dress riding up her thighs as she presses onto her toes to reach all the way across. My breath catches in my throat and I throw my rag down, then slip up behind her.

I press my hips into her ass and Addison jerks up, a surprised “oh” on her lips.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips as my breath ruffles the hair behind her ear. “You look good enough to eat, bent over the table like that. I wanna hike your skirt up and take a taste.”

Addison’s chest flushes and I grin. She hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Maybe you need a cute little maid outfit. I’ll put you to work and reward you for good behavior.”

I feel her breath hitch this time and she turns toward me. I’m surprised she doesn’t snark back at me, but when I see her biting her lip, blue eyes blazing with desire, an answering pulse heats my body. Is she into role play? Is my sweet Addison kinkier than anyone would expect?

“You like that idea, sweets?”

She nods, so I grip her hair in my fist and slowly lower her mouth to mine, taking my time devouring her until I’m satisfied that she’s the perfect amount of boneless in my arms.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

FRANKIE

I planned to make dinner for Addison again, having been officially allowed to re-enter the grocery store for my weekly hour of shopping, but I’m not surprised that she would derail those plans. I should have suspected she had her own plans when she showed up at my door without Moose.

She arches against me and I pull back, tugging her up to my apartment. We kick off our shoes and her hot pink toenails pop out at me. I hate hot pink. I tend to dislike most bright colors, and yet on Addison, they’re perfect.

I sit on the couch, diverting her when she goes to sit next to me and tugging her down to straddle my lap instead. I tilt my face up as I lean back against the cushions, taking in the temptress above me. The succubus who seduced me with one glance.

The answer I didn’t know I was looking for.

“What are you looking at?” Addison says, shifting her weight as her hands start to curl on my shoulders.

I slip one arm around her waist, pulling her against me, then drive my other hand into her gorgeous locks. I grip the back of her neck and urge her down, pulling her lips back to mine.

“You. Perfection,” I murmur, right before our lips meet again.

I know she heard, and I’m glad, but I don’t want to talkabout it. Not yet. She’s perfect in my eyes, and I’m greedy for all of her. I urge her to open for me and she does, allowing my tongue to sweep across her lips. I groan at the feel of her against me. Her weight in my lap, her breasts pressed to my chest, her thighs hugging me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I slide my hand from her back to her hip, grinding her down into me, and she lets out a tiny “oh” of pleasure. I breathe that in too, taking everything and wanting more.

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