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I smiled. “Only for sex. Don’t worry, I won’t try to complicate things by asking you out or something stupid like that.”
“Fine.”
“Should we shake on it?”
“Don’t you think there’s a better way to seal the deal?” Faith reached out to grab for the handle of her bag on the floor.
I dragged it close, and she felt around inside, pulling out a foil packet. I took it from her and ripped it open.
“Wait.” Faith climbed off my lap and knelt down on the floor in front of the couch.
She tugged at my jeans, and I undid the button, then lifted my butt off the couch so she could slide them down my legs. She tossed them over her shoulder, then looked up at me and wrapped a hand around my cock. I sighed and let my head fall to the back of the couch.
She ran her tongue along the underside and took the tip into her mouth. Wet heat surrounded me. A surge shot straight to my dick, and I struggled to regain control. I wasn’t going to let her finish me off this soon. She proceeded to stroke, suck, and lick, and I fought against the tide swelling inside until I couldn’t stand it.
I grabbed the condom from the couch cushion and unrolled it onto my throbbing hard-on. She stepped out of her pants and shirt, and I yanked her down onto my lap, sinking inside her. Lotus Blossom finally achieved.
“So good, Faith. You feel so fucking good.”
She wrapped her legs around me and slid up and down. My mouth searched out any part of her, depositing sloppy wet kisses on her neck, her shoulders, her arms. While her arms wrapped around my neck, I palmed her breasts, squeezing them together and letting my tongue travel the crease where they met. I took one nipple in my mouth and rolled the other between my fingers until they both hardened to points. Then I switched.
She shifted on my lap and picked up the pace. Her breath came faster. Her eyes closed and her legs squeezed around my midsection like a vise.
“I’m close, Dante. Really close.”
I slid further down on the cushion for a better angle.
“Don’t you fucking move,” she ordered, and I shifted back. With her riding me, she was in complete control.
She clenched around me and pushed down while I moved deeper inside her. As she reached her release, she threw her head back, and I rained kisses down on her neck and breasts. She looked so fucking hot. I loved knowing I could do this to her. Miss-Everything’s-Under-Control. With a final thrust, I let myself go.
Sex only. With a side of minimal conversation. Yeah, for sure, I could handle it.
CHAPTER 27
Dante
I wiped the wet,soapy rag down the length of the bar. Most of the students had already left town for winter break. Faith would be flying out in a day or two. Sadly, there’d been no time for a repeat performance of last week’s get-together. We’d have to wait until after the holidays to really get things going. I had plans to leave in the morning to head to Hinkley for a nice, cozy Christmas with Meemaw. The bar and my office would be closed over the next couple of days, so there wasn’t really too much to keep me in town. I just had one more errand to run, and then I’d be free to start packing. I tossed the dishrag into the sink of bubbles.
“Hey Wyatt, I’m heading out.”
A voice rang out from the supply closet down the hall. “Wait up. I have something for you.”
I thrust my arms into my coat and pulled on my hat as Wyatt caught up to me by the bar.
“Here. Lindsey made some Christmas cookies for you.” Wyatt passed me a round tin with a sparkly red bow on top.
“Wow. Thanks. She didn’t have to do that.”
Wyatt waved a hand. “Nah, she wanted to. You’d better take them. She doesn’t trust me to keep my hands off them. If I keep digging into the cookie jar, I’ll have to start going to the gym with you.”
“And that right there is why I’ll never get hitched.”
“Why, because you don’t like cookies?” Wyatt smirked.
“No, dude. I don’t like some woman playing mind games with me. So what if you eat all the cookies? She’s going to stop loving you if you gain a few pounds? That’s bullshit.”
Wyatt shook his head. “It’s not like that, asswipe. She knows I’ll eat all the cookies and then be pissed at myself afterward. So, she’s helping me by making sure I get rid of them all first.”
