Page 69 of Already Callin’ You Mine

“Let me, beautiful.”

Let me, beautiful…oh, fuck…

I’m so ruined after this. So, so ruined.

Cody never called me beautiful. Never offered to help undress me. Even at the start, when we were still all hot and heavy, it was every person for themselves in the undressing department. It wasn’t part of the foreplay.

Strong hands slide over my hips, shifting me out of Jace’s lap and onto my feet. I stand there, letting him drag my jeans down my legs, peppering kisses on my skin as he goes. He lifts one leg, then the other, yanking the heavy fabric from me.

Just like that, I’m naked. Errr, almost naked. Standing in front of a still very clothed Jace.

Making matters worse, I’m wearing orange lingerie. Actually, calling it lingerie is a stretch. A big one. Because in reality, it’s a pair of orange cotton briefs with little black jack-o’-lanterns on them. And a bra that, well, has seen better days if we’re honest.

Had I realized that, you know, someone else might see it, I would have put better thought into this. Maybe would have tried to find something cute. Not sexy. I don’t own any of that—I’m a single mom. But matching? I could have pulled that off. I think.

But here we are. Now all I can do is hope that Jace doesn’t run off laughing.

“Are those jack-o’-lanterns?” he asks, a smirk spreading across his lips.

And here it comes…

“Yeah, I, um⁠—”

“I love it.” He cuts me off before I can finish my stuttered thought.

“Really? You don’t think it’s kind of weird?” A wave of self-consciousness washes over me. Not only about the jack-o’-lantern granny panties, but the mommy tummy they’re currently holding in. And those handles he was holding on to a moment ago.

“Absolutely not.”

“I mean, other than the fact that it makes me look like a pumpkin.”

“Well then, consider me Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.”

Holy hell…

My skin ignites. That’s way more than a sweet nothing. Way more than I was expecting. I like it. A lot.

Starting at my knees and moving his way up, Jace alternates sides as he kisses his way along my thighs. I sigh, his beard tickling me as he goes, all while his fingers toy with the elastic of my panties.

“Jace…” I whisper on a stuttered breath.

He growls, looking up at me as he tugs my underwear over my hips. “Fuck, I love when you say my name. It makes me want to do unspeakably dirty things to you.”

Unspeakably dirty? Damn, what does he have in mind?

“Gahh!” I squeak, unable to hold back my reaction as Jace licks me, showing me exactly what he means.

My knees wobble, the quick jolt of pleasure overpowering them. Jace chuckles—the sound of a man who is proud of his accomplishments—as he does it again. And again. I tremble again, feeling like putty in his hands and he’s barely touched me.

“We better get you a little more steady,” he says, pushing to his full height and stealing a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, the slight tang a jolt to my system. “Allow me, beautiful.”

Dipping just enough to get the angle he needs, Jace scoops me up, my feet leaving the ground as he turns us around, laying me down on the couch. He props me up with enough of an angle to look down at him as he spreads my legs again.

Wasting no more time, he dips his head, licking me from base to clit. I throw my head back, reveling in the same pleasure as before.

“Now sit back and relax, Pres. I’m going to take care of this sweet, perfect pussy.”

His tongue is back on me before I can respond, his face buried fully in me. Pure desire radiates through me, the intensity of the moment taking over. The intensity of everything I’m feeling. Experiencing.