Page 105 of Between Regrets and Promises

“I only know how to cook for two, so that fucker is on his own from now on.”

She snickers, then swats my chest.

After we eat together and talk about our day, we settle on the couch for our nightly routine of Netflix. Sophie decides to read and rests her feet in my lap. Halfway through an episode ofLucifer, she wiggles her feet against my groin, purposely rubbing against my dick.

“You better stop that,” I warn.

She works her feet on either side of my cock, stroking it and teasing me. After a minute, I grab her ankle and squeeze. “Soph…you better not start something you don’t plan on finishing.”

Keeping her eyes on the pages, she sits up and inches next to me. With one hand on her book, she reaches into my lap and starts stroking me with the other.

My head falls back with a groan. “Are you seriously reading while touching me?” Her eyes are glued to her paperback.

“What? Never heard of multi-tasking before?” Then she one-handedly turns the page.

How the hell did she do that?

Her hand slides up my torso until she reaches the band of my shorts and dips her hand inside. With her palm over the fabric of my boxer briefs, she wraps her delicate fingers around my cock and moves her hand up and down my length.

“You aren’t playing fair,” I growl, throwing my hands behind my head. Sophie touching me is something I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I met her. “Sophie.”

“Hmm?”

Unable to take it any longer, I pull her hand out and leap on top of her, tossing her book aside in the process.

“Hey!” she says before I cover her mouth with mine.

I settle between her legs as she wraps her arms around me, and I cup her face. “Do you feel like reading now?” I ask, grinning and looking down at her.

“Well, I was at a really good part…”

I press my forehead to hers, groaning. “Why do you enjoy torturing me?” I ask, sliding my hand up her body and palming her breast.

She bites her bottom lip, releasing a groan. “After hearing Liam say that I should make you wait for putting me in the friend-zone, I was thinking it wasn’t such a bad plan.”

“Oh really?” I slide my lips down her jawline and latch onto her neck. “You’re taking advice from a self-proclaimed bachelor who’s never had a relationship longer than the length of a movie?”

Sophie snickers, wiggling her body beneath me. “But I bet he gets a lotta ass with that knowledge.”

“More ass than a pair of jeans,” I confirm.

Sophie’s head tilts back, giving me further access to her soft flesh. I suck and lick, grinding my body against hers.

“Maybe Liam’s theory isn’t as great as I thought…” She moans, arching her hips toward me.

“Christ, you’re killing me, woman.” I slide off her so we’re aligned on the couch, my hand roaming down her body until it cups her ass. She wraps one leg around my hip, feeling how aroused I am for her. I’m not sure if she’s testing me or not, but I want everything she’s giving me.

My fingers explore her stomach as my other hand stays wrapped around her head. Sophie kisses me with a hot fervor, and it’s like the past few nights where we get lost in each other’s mouths, though I’ve been careful knowing she doesn’t want us to rush.

“Touch me, Mason,” she whispers, then drags my hand between her legs.

Like an overeager teenager, I happily oblige and bring my fingers to the button of her shorts, undoing them as fast as I can. Sliding my hand in slowly, her breath hitches as I rub the pad of my thumb along the lace of her panties.

“Mmm…Sophie. Are you?—”

The ringing doorbell startles me, but I choose to ignore it. Slipping inside her underwear, I slide down her slit, her back arching as soon as I press into her. Her pussy coats my finger, and we moan in anticipation.

“Sweet, sweet Sophie. Jesus, you’re already wet for me.”

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