Page 71 of Off the Stick
I enjoyed every minute of fun we had in the kitchen messing around and teasing Lenni—who is very opinionated and sassy—and even more so, flirting with Halle in very adult-content ways that flew right over Lenni’s innocent head.
We made so many cookies that the kitchen table looked like a volcano erupted pink-frosted unicorn bodies all over it.Both Lenni and I somehow had colored icing smeared everywhere.It was in my beard, on the front of my shirt, even speckled over my jeans.
Which is why, after we gave Lenni a bath and put her to bed, I took a shower and Halle offered to wash my clothes.
Left with nothing else to wear while the clothes were in the laundry, I swing a towel over my hips and tuck it in at my navel before walking back to the kitchen to find Halle at the sink, still cleaning things up, her back to me.
Her back to me, I step in close and slip my hands around her middle.She jolts and then relaxes into me.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”I place my lips at the base of her neck and run my nose up the vertebrae to her hairline, where wisps of hair have come loose from the knot at the top of her head.“But I’ve been dying to touch you.”
Halle sighs, moving the baking pan to the drying rack next to the sink and then grasping the edge of the counter.She tips her head back to rest on my shoulder as I drag my lips along a span of skin.My tongue traces the shell of her ear and then licks over her jawline.She tastes and smells like sugar.
“Mm, that feels so good.”
I continue to explore her flesh, one hand deftly untying the belted apron and pushing my hand underneath to palm her tits, as I murmur against her neck.
“Let me make you feel even better,” I say in a low, hushed tone.
My hands moving to her hips, I spin her around to face me as I tower over her.She gazes up at me with raw emotion.I feel it too.I close the gap between us and crush my lips against hers.
The kiss is deep, filled with longing and need, and transports me back to where we started.
Halle raises her hands to cover my biceps, her fingertips lightly stroking my arms, before wrapping her fingers around the muscles and clinging to me.The kiss takes on a frantic quality, tongues seeking one another in a tangled duel of desire.
She breaks the connection, her breath hitching rapidly as her eyes travel down my bare chest and then lower to the towel knotted below my navel.
“You’re wearing a towel.In my kitchen.”
A laugh busts out of my gut, and her eyes flash in alarm.I slam a hand over my mouth with a comical wide-eyed expression.
“Oh dear.You mean I’m naked under this cotton towel?”
I drop my hand and grasp her wrist, covering my heart with her palm.I slowly move her hand around my collarbone, over my pecs, and to my straining abs.I stop at the knot in the towel as our gazes connect.She quirks a brow in a dare.
And I gladly accept that challenge.
I drag her hand over the rock-hard cock that bulges from under the cotton towel.We both suck in a breath at the same time.
A corner of my mouth lifts into a sinful smirk.“If you don’t want me in a towel in your kitchen, maybe you’d prefer me naked in your bedroom.”
Her eyes search mine—for what, I don’t know—but she finally tugs my hand, pulling me behind her toward the bedroom.
I follow willingly but quietly so as not to wake our sleeping princess.
When we reach the bedroom, it’s illuminated by a single light in the corner on the bedside table where a small white monitor sits, blinking a flashing green light.
Halle closes the door, locks it behind her, and raises a chin toward the device.
“It’s a one-way monitor so I can hear if she calls out or wakes up.”
I stalk toward her, dropping my towel as I do.When I stand in front of her, I frame her face with my hands and draw her in for a kiss.“So, we’re free to fuck as loudly as we want and she won’t hear us?”
She grins and covers my lips with a finger.“We still need to be quiet.We don’t want any interruptions.”
“I can be quiet as a church mouse,” I whisper, then wink.“And as fast or slow as you want.I don’t know about you, though.You like to make some noise.”
She smacks me teasingly against my chest, but then I drop to the floor, the towel bunched beneath my knees.I undo her jeans and slide them down her legs, running my fingertips along the inside of her thighs as I do.
