Page 50 of Sugar Pie
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Kerry
The moon was high in the sky, but I couldn’t sleep. Warren rested on the bed, but I headed to the kitchen to retrieve our clothes then placed them in the hamper in the bedroom.
I didn’t bother with getting dressed. I knew he would wake in a few, and my heart thundered. I wanted more.
His kindness despite his burning ambition might have been what I’d noticed first about him. He might not have been rich, but he was absolutely the only man I admired and believed in.
We were building something from nothing, and it felt great. As I came back, he started to sit up in the bed. I dropped the clothes on the floor and sat beside him. He took my hand and asked, “Where were you?”
My heart pounded. He was the only one I wanted. I swallowed then scooted next to him. “I was watching you.”
His eyes widened. “Yeah?”
I kissed his forehead and traced his body with a hand. Then I brushed his ribs under his right arm. “Where did you get this?”
He shrugged. “It’s a bruise.”
I kissed it. “You never complained.”
His face darkened, and I saw his cock grow as he said, “It’s no big deal. I dropped a sink that I didn’t have a good grip on and then tried to catch it. What you’re doing is nice.”
I used my lips and tongue on his muscles and chest as I climbed on top of him. I saw how he wanted me, but he let me lead. “Next time,” I said, “tell me all the places you might need kissing, and I’ll make it all better.”
I felt powerful and in total control. I tossed the sheets so nothing was between us. Then I traced his body and rubbed my core against his dick.
He grabbed a condom, which I took from him and rolled on. He squeezed me and said, “I need you now.”
“Good.” I invited his member inside me as I arched.
Hot and wild didn’t begin to describe how being with Warren made me feel, but there was more. With him, I was completely myself, and I loved it.
28
Warren
The sun was out, and Kerry was curled beside me on the bed. I’d had her in more ways than I could have imagined, and I was happy.
She blinked and stared up at me. In my eyes, she practically shone with sweetness. She looked like she would taste better than chocolate croissants. “Good morning,” I said.
“Morning.” She stretched. “Guess it’s time for coffee.”
She loved it, and I loved watching her drink her favorite drink. “Thank you for trusting me,” I said as she stood. I moved to follow.
She shook her head. “Don’t. I’ll get us breakfast.”
I needed to tell her about my family. I needed for us to be honest and real. Maybe my brother had been right. “Wait.”
“We have a day to start,” she said, tossing some clothes at me. She disappeared into the bathroom.
I sank back on the bed, unsure how to get her to talk to me. A minute later, she emerged, and I jumped up. “Kerry, I hope you can trust me. I want you to be my girlfriend and maybe one day my wife.” The words flew out of my mouth without a filter.
She went white and headed out the bedroom door. “No. Let’s not discuss the future.”
I needed to tell her I had money. My secret wasn’t a big deal, though, and she could have half of everything. I followed her. “Why not?”
She filled the water in her pot for coffee. “I’m not ready.”
