Page 48 of Castling the Rook (Checkmate 3)

I arch back to study her apron, and when her real nipple pushes the fabric forward behind the apron nipple, I lean in and nibble until she slams her head against the wall. “You smell like chocolate, Dee. My house smells like chocolate. Your apron tastes like chocolate.” I bite down until she cries out. “You’re fuckin’ delicious.”

“I saw the recipe in your pantry,” she pants. “Found all the ingredients, decided to surprise you with my own twist. Your supply was running low, and now you have a whole new batch in the oven.”

“Thank you.” Sliding my tongue along the column of her neck, I bite until she whimpers. “Same recipe?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Awesome. We have thirty-four minutes to fuck, then we can come out and eat dinner.”

“Okay.” She unties her apron and tightens her legs around my hips. Instead of letting her go, instead of letting the apron fall away, I crush her close and walk out of the heavenly scented kitchen and into the hallway. Ninja skitters out of our way as I blindly move through the hall. Angry, she hisses and promises retribution, but then Dee’s tongue slides against mine, her fingers tug my hair and remind me I have a beautiful fucking woman in my arms and a drawer full of condoms to use in thirty-four minutes.

Blindly, I walk into my bedroom and slam the door shut so retribution doesn’t come in the form of claw marks on my ass. Stopping at the end of my bed, I drop her back and smile at her infectious laugh and the way my blankets poof up and settle around her like soft clouds.

“Deedee.” Unlatching my belt, I let her hungry eyes fuel me. From laughter to panting, her chest lifts and drops as she watches me pull the belt from my pants one loop at a time. “When do you come back, Dee?”

Her eyes don’t leave my hands. “I don’t know.”

“Next weekend?” I already know her answer, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping. “Will you come back to me next weekend? Come back to my bed. Come back tome?”

“I can’t.” Her eyes flicker to mine, then back to my belt as I let it dangle, then drop. “I have to work, and I’ll probably have to get a weekend job now to make up for the past week.” She leans up onto one elbow so I look straight down into deep pools of aqua blue. “Do you think I have a promising career selling ass?”

“No. So you won’t be back anytime soon?”

She rolls her bottom lip and shakes her head. “Not for a while.”

I unsnap my jeans and push them over my hips. “Which means I have a lot of work to do, and hardly any time to do it.”

“Do it fast.” Bringing her feet to the bed, she lifts her hips, unsnaps her jeans, and goes to work peeling them down trim hips. Fighting the apron with a grunt, she tosses that aside and turns back to me with wild hair and a wilder grin. “Do it fast.” Leaning forward, she grabs me around the back of the neck and pulls me forward so I slide straight in. Groaning, her eyes snap shut. “So fucking good.”

I glide in. There’s no foreplay, no lead up, no romance. There’s just where our bodies connect, and the insane urge to brand her as mine. I didn’t want a relationship, but now I want her to fly back to seeme. I didn’t want to become her cliché – the clinger – but I’ll be fucked if I can let her go so easily.

Gliding in, I stop only when the tip of my cock stops deep inside, then I slide out and repeat. No condom separates us. No barrier. Nothing but my own willpower to pull out in time, and her pill doing its job, because she doesn’t want a relationship either.

Our hands fight, they bruise each other as the realization that tonight is our last night registers in our minds. This is the last time I’ll be able to brand her body with mine. It might not be the last nightever, but it’s the last night for now, and neither of us know when we will meet again.

Biting her flesh, sucking until she cries, and slamming deep inside her, I take everything she’s got, everything she’s willing to give, and I push hard enough I take some of what she wasn’t willing to give.

I strip her down to her soul, glide in and out at a punishing pace, and stare into her eyes as she comes undone and almost pulls me over the ledge.

Her walls drag me to a halt. They clamp down around me until I throw my head back on a roar, then using her strength, Dee flips us so she’s on top, but instead of sliding over my cock again, she takes it in her hand and pumps once, twice, three times until I explode and come between us.

She angles my cock so the milky substance hits her belly. She squeezes and doesn’t let go until I’ve unloaded everything I have, and with her succubus grin, she collapses over me so again, we have my come smooshed between our bellies and her panting breath bathing my chest.

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Ninja prowlsthe kitchen and slides between my legs while she waits to be fed. Chicken crackles in the hot pan, and the scent of seasoning and warm brownie mix turns my kitchen into a heaven for the senses.

“You did good on the brownies, Dee.” I move from the stove to the fridge, and on the way back, nip the back of her bare neck. “They smell perfect.”

“Yeah?” She leans down to scratch Ninja’s back while I continue to the stove. “You shouldn’t sound so surprised. I’ve baked tons of brownies in my time, and I stopped burning them way back when I was sixteen.”

“Really?” Smiling, I shake my head and unscrew the cap from a bottle of white wine. I reach to the cupboard above the stove for glasses and imagine Andrea Conner: baker. Flour on her nose, rounded belly from testing the wares, not-nude apron. “I just can’t see it, Dee. You don’t seem like the Betty Crocker type to me, but my house smells amazing, so who am I to judge?”

She lifts a daring brow and points. “Exactly.”

“Do you want salad with the chicken? I can do up something nice. I got fresh groceries just this morning, and a dressing recipe that’ll only take a minute to throw together. It’s delicious, I promise.”

“Sure. Thanks.” She accepts the glass I set on the counter, then I turn back to flip the heat off the stove, because I can’t wait any longer.

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