Page 137 of Take My Love
“Christ, love. You squeezed me so fuckin’ good. I?—”
Tingles shoot through my groin and up my spine as I come hard and fast, filling her so deep and full.
“Stay put,” I tell her before she rolls over.
Kneeling between her legs, I lick up our joint mess, groaning at how turned on she makes me.
“Silas, I can’t…it’s too much,” she pants.
Leaning back, I tap her shoulder and motion for her to flip. When she does, I press my finger to her mouth and she opens wide.
I wink before spitting the taste of us on her tongue. “Swallow, baby.”
Once we showered together and I made dinner, we rot on the couch with our food and watchGolden Girls. She insists on putting Teddy in an exercise ball so he can roam around and be closer to us, but the dumbass keeps bumping into shit and getting stuck.
“That thing’s gonna break and he’ll get loose again,” I tell her when he smacks into the coffee table leg.
“It’s secure, but he’s still gettin’ the hang of it.” She shrugs, taking a bite of her strawberry shortcake I made us for dessert. “He’ll figure it out eventually.”
A knock on the door startles us and we look at each other, confused who’s here.
“I’ll get it. Stay put,” I say, setting my bowl on the coffee table.
The last person I expect to find on the other side is Ian.
“Uh hey, what’s up?” I ask, not immediately offering him to come inside.
“I need to speak to Posey. Is she here?”
“Phone doesn’t work?”
He glares before blinking, but I see it.
“I wanted to talk in person.”
“She’s in the livin’ room.”
When Posey sees him, her eyes widen in confusion and she quickly gets to her feet. “Ian. Hey. What’s goin’ on?”
“Any chance we can talk in the kitchen?”
If I step in and say no, he’ll know something’s up between us, so I casually sit on the couch. She glances at me, and I give her a quick nod.
“Sure.”
My hands ball into fists at the fucker just showing up here uninvited. If it was a work thing, he’d call or text, or hell, wait until tomorrow. So I’m guessing it’s not.
I keep the TV on mute, but I can’t hear anything besides a few muffled words, nothing sticks out enough to understand what he’s saying.
After a few minutes, I can’t stand the tension and walk over toward the kitchen entrance, hiding behind the wall just enough so they can’t see me.
“All that to say…” Ian pauses and my heart pounds in my temple. “I’m quittin’.”
“Quittin’, why?”
“’Cause I can’t ask you out while workin’ together and if I keep waitin’, I might miss my chance.”
“Wait…you wanna ask me out?”
