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She walks slowly up to me, her fingers trickling along my face. She stares at me for a very long, quiet moment, just touching me, searching my eyes, and then she smiles in a way that tells me she just worked something out.
“Do you have plans today?”
“I was going to take my mom out for brunch, but that was it.”
“Do you know who Mason Reyes is?”
My brows scrunch at the change in topic. “Uh, the football player?” Then I cough out a small laugh. “He’s your cousin, right? You mentioned him when we were stuck in the elevator.” Only I didn’t put it together at the time.
“Yep.” She rolls on her feet with a triumphant smile. “He’s in the middle of preseason, but he doesn’t have training camp today and decided he wanted to throw a rooftop barbecue, so that’s what we’re doing today. There’s a pool too, so it’ll be fun.”
“Is there anyone in this city you aren’t related to?”
She gives me a cheeky wink. “Just you. But I’d like you to come with me.”
“As your date?”
“No,” she says, echoing what I said to her last night when she asked if me bringing her to my house was a date. “Not exactly. I want you to meet my family. I want you to make friends with them because if we’re going to have a baby together, it’s important to me that they know you and trust you. And also…” she trails off, licking her lips and giving me a cautious, almost apologetic look. “I think you could use some people. Some friends.”
I emit a humorless chuckle. “I look that sad and lonely, huh?”
She shrugs. “Yes, you do. But they’re good people, trustworthy people, and I know you’ll like them. So what do you say?”
Trustworthy people. The way she says that so easily. I thought I had those in my life. I would have sworn to it. I redirect us. “You want to bring your boss to your family party?”
She rolls her eyes. “I think you’re a lot more than just my boss now, Bennett.”
I run my hands across her cheeks and into her hair. “I’d love to come. Thank you.” I lean in and kiss her. “I’d like you to come and meet my mom.”
She smiles against my lips. “I was so hoping you were going to ask me to.”
My chest clenches, but I push it aside as I deepen the kiss, my cock stirring, reminding me that I only fucked her once. Her hands twist up into my hair, and somehow I have her shorts and my shorts off and I’m lying her down on my kitchen table. My mouth continues to devour hers as I hitch up one of her legs around my waist, slide her to the edge of the smooth wood surface of the table, and then thrust straight in.
And just like before, she’s insanely fucking tight. And feels so unbelievably good—too good—I can hardly think about anything else other than her. It’s only my second time being inside her, but I have no idea how I’ll stop. Fucking Katy is the sort of thing I’ll crave constantly. Especially if she’s living here with me.
Why did I do that? Why did I put myself in that position?
I’m going to go from fucking her to not fucking her? How? How when she feels like this? So… perfect. So right.
I push all that away as I continue to slide in and out of her. Deeper, harder, to the point where I stand and hold her hips so she can’t drift away from me. Her tits bounce and sway beneath her T-shirt, her eyes are shuttered tight, and I watch her. I get lost in how stunning she looks with my cock inside of her.
Her legs climb up to my shoulders and I lift her ass off the table, nailing her at the perfect angle. She comes quickly this time, and I follow immediately after, falling forward and bending her in two so I can kiss her lips as I finish shooting inside her.
“I think I’m dead,” I murmur, my head on her chest, listening to her racing heart and every breath. She giggles, the sound vibrating through me, yanking a smile across my lips. Her nails scrape down my scalp, and my eyes close. A contented hum emanates from my lips, and I don’t want to move. Not ever. I want to stay like this, inside her, with her hand in my hair and my head on her chest, nestled between her tits forever.
I haven’t been happy in so long, but right now, I’m so fucking happy, and I don’t ever want this high to die.
My cock gives a twitch—how, I have no clue—but I feel her shift against me, pushing me back.
“Nu-uh. I need to go home and shower and change before I meet your mom. And I want us to fuck like crazy tonight. Like I want to go to this party, have a few drinks with you, then come home and tear each other’s clothes off because we’ve wanted it all day and denied ourselves.”
Come home. The way she said that…
I clear my throat, pull out of her, and help her to stand. I grab her some paper towels, but I also watch as she gets dressed, and yep, hard again already. She does something on her phone, but once her clothes are back on and my shorts are too, I step into her, pressing myself against her so she feels just how hard she’s gotten me. Again.
“How?” She laughs as I kiss and nibble on her neck, unable to get enough of her.
“It’s you,” I tell her, and then freeze because it is her. I never had the urge or desire to go more than once or twice with Liz. Even when I thought we were trying for a baby, I was never this… insatiable with her.
