Page 47 of Savage in the Sweets
Her naked body climbs onto mine, straddling me. She kisses my lips, her face sticky with the fruit rollup that was once around my cock.
“I don’t fuck casually,” she whispers into my ear. “But this was fun.”
I groan, trying not to whimper like a damn toddler.
“Can we curl up together? Watch a movie.”
She smirks at me. “I have a bunch of board games that I play with April.”
I’m too exhausted to strategize, but I’ll do anything for a little more time with Lacy.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Candyland!” she chirps.
“I’ve already visited there today.” I pull the ponytail holder from her hair, letting her blonde mane cascade down her back. “I was told I’m not allowed inside.”
“Is it so bad hanging out on the porch?”
Her banter makes me chuckle, and I decide that I feel far more than lust for this woman, which means it’s probably a good idea that I leave right now.
I don’t want to say something I regret, and if I stay here much longer, I’m going to say all kinds of haphazard things, like, “I can’t wait for you to wake up in my arms,” or “I want to make you breakfast,” and most worrisome, “Please have several of my children.”
My hands settle on the curves of her hips. It’s like they were meant to rest there. Like she was made for me.
But that’s crazy. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into, and like a reasonable adult, she set a firm limit. Going outside of the expectations we set forth is not only stupid—it’s dangerous. We work next to each other. The last thing we need is more gasoline added to the now calm fire.
If only she didn’t look so damn perfect with her large, blue eyes, her taut, tanned flesh, the curve of her small breasts, the flare of her hips—she’s absolutely divine.
“I should probably leave.”
She bites her lower lip as though she wants to say something, but instead gives a simple nod.
With cat-like grace, she removes herself from my lap, holding her hand out for me to take.
I’m a sticky mess from the fruit rollup shenanigans, but I pull my clothes on, deciding that asking her to shower would probably be a bad idea.
The entire time, she watches me, naked and making no move to cover herself.
She knows she’s gorgeous.
“Will I see you again?” My eyes blatantly rove her body. “Or rather, how much will I see of you again?”
“We’ll see how good you are.”
Lacy
Finally.After almost a year of zero sex, I know relief.
And holy fuck did I come hard.
Colin Davers is a sex god, able to do things to my body that possibly defy the known laws of the world. He hit all the right buttons, expertly and with ease. Every other man that comes after him is destined to be a disappointment.
The door’s bell jingles and I try to shake all thoughts of Mr. Tracksuit from my head, but the sex haze I’m in is powerful.
“Looking lovely, as always,” Donald Setland says.
I clear my throat, trying to remember how I greet my guests.
