Page 35 of Revelry
I found myself staring at her mouth too intensely, wondering what flavors it tasted of and if I could sample it.
The thought alone snapped me out of my daze.
I cleared my throat. “Okay, I get it.” I lifted the branded ice cream tub I’d brought. “This is trash.”
A satisfied smirk made its way onto her pink lips. “Good, I’m glad we settled that. Now what favor did you want to ask me?” She returned her tub of ice cream to the freezer and I nearly whimpered, wanting more. The tub I’d brought was tossed into the trash; no way would I ever want to eat that again after sampling more of hers.
“You’re fun,” I stated and then didn’t say anymore. My brain wasn’t working properly because she bent over in front of me to wipe up some spilled ice. Her glorious round ass on display, just for me and I lost my train of thought. Words evaporated from my brain and I was struck dumb. The bottom of each cheek was just visible from where her shorts rode up.
She straightened and then looked at me, popping a hand on her hip. “And?”
I cleared my throat and willed away the erection that was currently forming. I moved to stand behind one of the dining chairs, so I didn’t embarrass myself. I needed to check off theget laidportion of my homework from Neil. Stat.
“It’s come to my attention that I don’t have any.”
She arched a brow. “Did it come to your attention when I said you have a stick up your ass?”
I hesitated. “Maybe.” A small smile crossed her face. “Anyway, I want us to team up to have fun. It sounds like you’regoing through a tough time so really, it’s a favor for you too,” I finished.
“Oh wow, how magnanimous of you.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone.
“You know what I mean,” I grunted, annoyed her sassy attitude wasn’t making my erection disappear. “You’ve had a divorce, it’s been tough, and I think we could both use something light-hearted.”
“And you seem so excited about it,” she joked.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, it doesn’t come naturally to me.”
“Fun?”
I pointed to my butt. “Remember, stick in ass?”
She nodded, not even bothering to smother her smirk. “Okay then. I can do fun for us.”
“Just, you know, nothing illegal, obviously.”
“I’m offended at the insinuation. Anything else?”
“And no heights. They’re a hard no.”
She clicked her finger at me. “Got it.”
I rocked forward on my heels, tucking my hands into the pockets of my Wranglers. “When do we start?”
She hit me with a hard stare. “You’re not having fun right now?”
I blinked. “Erm, of course. I just meant, you know, the official fun?”
She chuckled. “Official fun takes time. I’ll let you know.”
“Great. Then I shall wait to hear from you.” I turned to go, feeling my limit for peopling was hit.
“Oh, Tate?” she called after me.
I stopped in the hallway and looked back towards the kitchen where she stood in the doorway looking cute as a button. I was annoyed my brain thought that. “Yeah?”
“You can stare at my ass whenever you want.” She winked and my cheeks heated at being caught. I just nodded and turnedon my heel, eager to get out of here before I gave into the urge to bend her over the kitchen table to take another look at that outstanding rear end of hers.
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