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I grin even though I don’t know what she’s thinking about. “Say it.”
“No.”
I lean in, putting my mouth against her ear. “I have ways of making you talk.”
She shivers. “Well,that’snot going to make me spill it easily.” She shifts her hips against me.
I’m getting hard again. I press into her. “Say it.”
She feels me too, and her brows rise. “Oh, to be young…”
I laugh. “Don’t worry, you can just lie there and take it.” I pull back and thrust gently, letting her feel that I’m ready to go again.
Her breath catches, and she widens her legs.
“That’s my girl. Take whatever I’ve got to give you,wheneverI want to give it to you,” I say gruffly.
She moans and lifts her hips.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I ask, pressing my forehead against hers. “I haven’t even turned you over, or made you straddle me, or seen how much of my cock you take past these pretty lips.”
“Oh, God.” She wraps her arms around my neck and lifts to meet my next thrust. “I was going to say I’m glad you’re ruined, because this ismycock now.”
Andthatis why I’m still fucking her when our phones beep with texts.
Downstairs.
So we don’t see the messages until we have only ten minutes to clean up, get dressed, and get to Perks and Rec for Christmas Carol Karaoke, the second surprise challenge of the day.
CHAPTER 15
THEA
Havinga twelve-year-old who has friends I have no qualms about her staying overnight with is amazing.
Most times, it means I get to lie around on the couch alone, eat raw cookie dough straight from the tube for dinner, and binge-watchThe Righteous Gemstoneswith no alarm clock set for the next morning.
This time, it means waking up next to a naked fireman.
I really like raw cookie dough and Adam DeVine, but this beats all of those Saturday nights.
“Do you want the leftover pecan rolls?” I ask as I tip my head to the right so Josh has better access to the spot on my neck that he’s kissing.
The hand he has under the hem of my T-shirt, stroking back and forth across my bare stomach, inches higher. I put clothes on—well, a T-shirt and panties—to come down to the kitchen, but he didn’t wait for me to come back to bed. He came after me.
“I am definitely hungry for something soft and sweet, but you said you had something else for me, I believe. Want me to make some requests, or did you have something specific in mind?”
“I did have something in mind, but I love your dirty mouth, so why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says conversationally as he cups one breast, plucking, then tugging on my nipple in a way that sends ripples of heat to my pussy. “I want to lift you up on this breakfast bar, strip this T-shirt and these panties off of you and feast on your warm, sweet cunt?—”
My gasp and giggle cut him off.
He chuckles against my neck. “How has no one talked dirty to you like this before?”
“I don’t know. You're scandalizing me.”
“I cannot keep from thinking about and talking about this body and everything I want to do to it,” he says, sliding his hand from my breast, over my stomach, and between my thighs, where he cups me, bringing me back against his hard body.
