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“And you’ve officially ruined grapes for me,” I chuckle.
“Thanks for this, Nick. It means a lot,” she says. “The downside of us dating is that we don't really get to do things like a normal couple would.”
“A couple, huh?” I tease her.
She flushes, which makes me chuckle. “Don't be embarrassed. I think it's cute that you think we’re a couple.”
She stares at me, mortified. “And now you're making me wonder if I’ve got everything wrong. I know we've never really spoken about us, and what we want…but…” She stops for a second to think about what she wants to say. “I'm just not really the kind of girl who does short-term flings.”
I stare at her, a smirk on my face. “And you think I'm that kind of guy?”
She flushes again. “No, of course not. I just…” She shakes her head. “Why are you making this so hard for me?” she groans.
I smirk and sidle over to her. “Would you like me to make something else hard?” I murmur. She makes a face and playfully slaps me across the arm. I laugh and rub it, pretending she hurt me.
“Nick, will you just be serious for a moment?”
She focuses on a spot on the blanket and doesn’t look at me. I can see she is getting worked up, so I cut all the crap and lay my cards on the table.
“I like you, Anna. I think you know that and I think you know that I'm not the kind of guy who is into flings either. If I seem interested in you, it's because I am.” She raises her head, her eyes meeting mine. I’m relieved because that sparkle is back.
“Okay,” she says simply. “That’s all I wanted to know.”
With a single finger resting beneath her chin, I tilt her face up to mine and press my lips against hers. I sigh as she smiles, her eyes locking on mine. We kiss for a little bit longer until my hand creeps under her shirt. I’m trying to stop myself from taking it any further because I’m trying to prove to her that I'm serious about us. Every date can't be just about sex. It needs to be getting about us getting to know one another, too.
Even though I've known her for years, I feel like I don't know her at all. She's this beautiful, stunning, intelligent woman who continues to amaze me every time she opens her mouth—and not just like that.“I better get some work done,” I groan, nearly two hours later. Where the hell had the time gone?
I get up off the floor and turn around to help her up. She takes my hand, pulling me back down and then climbs on top of me. I don’t resist as she kisses me, gently grinding herself against my erection. I groan because she obviously has no intention of letting me go.
“That isn’t fair,” I grumble. “You know how excited that gets me.”
“How about I release some of that tension, then?” she says with a grin.
“Tension that you caused?” I tease.
She shrugs and slowly moves downward until her mouth is at my cock. I groan as she takes me in her mouth, sucking along the shaft with her blue eyes on mine. I groan at the sight of her ass up in the air, hair all wavy and those luscious red lips wrapped around me. She keeps sucking, alternating between using her mouth and her hands. Both feel good, but there's something extra special about having her mouth on me.
I run my fingers through her hair, clutching her shoulder to keep her there. She smiles like she enjoys me holding her there. I groan, my legs tensing as I guide her mouth along my cock, faster and faster. She sucks me harder, pushing me toward the edge and then letting go. I gasp as I climax.
I grab her hand and drag her back up my body, kissing her roughly on the lips. She sighs and rolls over, her nipples so stiff that they’re sticking up in the air. I reach over and tweak them. She giggles and shrugs away.
“Didn't you say something about work?” she asks, rolling me and onto the couch. Her blue eyes sparkle as she stares at me. I groan, knowing that I really don’t have a choice. I have to do something, or I’m going to have nothing to show at the planning meeting next week.
“Okay,” I sigh. So much for having a date without sex. I’m disappointed in myself for not stopping her—as amazing as that was.
“Can I stay and watch you work?” she asks.
“Sure,” I shrug. “You’ll get to see what a whizz I am with a pencil.”
“If it’s anything like your tongue, I’m sure I’ll be impressed,” she teases.
I chuckle and watch her as she gets dressed, wanting nothing more than to remove every piece of clothing she’s putting back on. She smiles at me, laughing as I reach out and tickle her thigh. All I can think about is when I’m going to see her next and how hard progressing our relationship was becoming. Then it hits me. It’s the perfect plan.
