Page 78 of Bittersweet

“No.” She walks farther into the kitchen, stopping right behind me. The heat of her body sends a rush through me as one hand hovers over my ass. “Although you’re right. They are prettygreat.”

I let the whisk fall loose into the bowl, then turn around. One small step and any space between us vanishes. I curl my arm around her waist, jerking that body closer. A small gasp escapes her lips. “Is it because I own my own business, and that makes you hot . . .” I lean in, pulling away the lapels of her robe to reveal her décolletage, “. . . under thecollar?”

“No,” she says, and this time her voice is a little breathier, a little less certain thanbefore.

“I see.” I press a kiss to the shallow of her throat, take a deep breath in. Champagne. She smells like champagne, and maybe I’m drunk on her because pancakes be damned. I can’t take this anymore. “So it must be the discount I give you on your morning coffeethen.”

“No.” She raises her chin to meet my gaze. Lust clouds her dark eyes. “It’s not the coffee special. And besides, I believe I pay for that in other ways.” She walks her fingers up my arm, leaning close to whisper in my ear, “And today, I can pay infull.”

Lust stirs my cock to life. Oh yes, shecan.

“I love that on Sundays you have time off,” she says. “And the only coffees you make are forme.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true. I do make Coco a mean babycin—” My voice is lost as Romy’s mouth reaches mine in a scorching-hot kiss full of lust, of want, of need. I tangle one hand in her hair, arching her head back to expose that creamy skin of her throat. My lips explore it, kiss it, relish it; she’s the most delicious treat and I’m enjoying every bite. I want more, more,more.

“They’ll be back any second,” I groan as my hand moves to the tie of her robe. “We don’t havelong…”

“Then it’s a good thing I cameprepared.”

Romy steps back, flicks the tie at her waist, and the silky material falls away. My mouth runs dry. Hotdamn.

She’s not wearing a thing. Her tits are full and glorious, the rosebud nipples peaked and demanding my attention. Her hips, her ass, the perfect curves of her waist are calling to me, demanding I explore. That hot, bare pussy needs my attention, and I can already taste her on the tip of mytongue.

In front of me is the body of a goddess, and I want to worship at heraltar.

“Damn.” I shake my head. It’s been two months of bliss, yet she takes my breathaway.

Every. Single.Time.

“You like what you see?” Romy’s eyes hood as she steps closer in full seductressmode.

“You know I do.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “More thananything.”

In one swift move, I curl my hands on her butt and lift her onto the counter. The bowl of pancake mix clatters as I shove it out of the way, because breakfast be damned. There’s only one thing I want to eat in this moment, and it’s not the kind of meal I’ll share with anyone.Mine.

I lower to my knees, my face in line with that perfect pussy, then look up at her. Her chest rises and falls fast, her breath coming in short pants ofanticipation.

“Elio . . . we don’t have muchtime. . .”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, kissing along her thighs and stopping right at the juncture. I ghost a breath over her lips, and she quivers. “So I shouldstop?”

“You . . . we should . . .” She shakes her head, but I see the permission in her eyes. I hear her body telling meyes,more, more,more.

I lick her, one long lick through her folds, over herclit.

She shudders. “Elio. . .”

“You were saying?” I tease. I move in again, this time gently tracing one finger over her clit, hovering in front of her core. “You want me to . . .” I lick her again, giving her everything and nothing all at once. “Stop?”

“I . . . no,” she breathes. Her hands move to myhair.

“Tell me what you want, Romy,” I order huskily. Her shyness slays me. My cock is hard assteel.

“Iwant. . .”

My tongue flicks herclit.

She groans. “Iwant—”

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