Page 106 of Bad Run

Interesting flavor switch. I wonder why she changed.

“Sounds good. Can I try it?” I ask, putting my coffee down.

With wide eyes, Gwen whirls around to face me. I can’t quite put my finger on the look in her eyes as they jump to mine, but I detect a mix of panic, curiosity, and yearning.

“Sure.” With a slight tremor in her hand, she extends the cup to me.

Keeping my gaze firmly on her beautiful face, I bring the mug to my lips and sip. The coffee is rich and spicy, and not as sweet as I thought it would be.

Gwen’s cheeks turn the sexiest shade of pink as she breaks eye contact to stare at my mouth. I capitalize on the look and make a show of licking my lips afterward, producing a deep, rumbly hum in the back of my throat.

Her lips part, and her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip.

Oh yeah. She’s affected.

As suggested by the guys, I’ve been teasing Gwen any way I can. A flirty comment here. An innocent touch there. Chaste kisses on her cheek and forehead. Walking around without a shirt on. Stuff like that.

It’s working, but Gwen still hasn’t cracked. She’s close, but not close enough. I think I need to up my game.

“It’s pretty good,” I admit, handing Gwen the mug, making sure my fingers graze hers as she takes the steaming drink from me.

“Thanks.” She walks around the island and takes a seat at the counter.

I follow, grabbing the empty chair and dragging it closer to her before sitting down. Hooking my fingers over the pink pastry box, I slide it toward Gwen, lifting the lid. “Donut?”

“You know I can’t say no.” She pinches a vanilla glaze between her fingers and brings it to her mouth, sinking her teeth into the sugary, fried dough with a moan.

All the blood in my body rushes south, and my cock strains against my boxer briefs. As stealthily as I can, I adjust myself as I continue to watch Gwen eat.

Fuck. She’s so sexy when she eats; I could watch her all day.

I could watch her do anything, and I’d think she was the sexiest woman on the planet.

New kink unlocked: Gwen.

“Lance?” she asks.

“Yeah?”

“You’re staring.” She nibbles her donut as I stare at her mouth.

“Can’t help it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I wish I were that donut you’re eating, getting glaze all over your mouth.”

Gwen giggles. “Be serious.”

“I am. If I stand up, you’ll see just how serious I am.”

Her eyes drop to my crotch and back, and a small whimper, barely audible for me to hear, tickles the back of her throat.

“Not yet, little witch.” Reaching out, I push a stray curl off her face and behind her ear, grazing my fingertips over the sensitive skin. She fights a shiver as goosebumps pimple the skin on her arms.

So fucking close.

If we didn’t have other stuff going on, I’d fall to my knees right here in the kitchen and prove how badly I want her.