Page 334 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“W-what?” I whimpered.

“We’re going to eat pizza.”

“Huh?”

“Yep,” he said and pressed a smacking kiss to my lips. His hand was out of my shorts a second later.

What the fuck?

Had he really just gotten me all riled up so that we could eat pizza?

My eyes popped wide open. “Are you serious?”

He nodded and leaned forward to brush his mouth across my lips and then my jaw until he stopped at my ear. “I’m going to eat pizza for dinner, and then, I’m going to have this delicious little cunt for dessert,” he whispered, and his warm breath brushing across my neck pebbled my hypersensitive skin. “Sound good?”

Pizza for dinner and orgasms for dessert? I thought it over for all of two seconds and decided that I could live with that game plan. But no doubt, I’d make sure dinner lasted no longer than ten minutes, tops.

“Sounds good,” I agreed and hopped off the counter. I grabbed the pizza and plates and bottle of wine off the counter and marched into the living room as quickly as I possibly could, leaving Scott behind in the kitchen with an amused smirk on his lips.

“In a rush?” he asked as he sat down beside me on the couch.

“You know my favorite part of a meal is always dessert.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep,” I said and plopped two slices of pizza onto plates. I handed one to Scott and grinned. “Eat up, buddy. You’ve only got ten minutes.”

“You’re bossy,” he said through a laugh and took the slice of pizza into his hands.

“No,” I corrected. “I’m horny. And when someone is a fucking tease and makes me horny and then doesn’t do anything about it, I get bossy.”

He grinned. “A fucking tease?”

“Yep. You’re a fucking tease.”

“You should talk,” he retorted. “No bra. No panties. The shortest fucking pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. You might as well be walking around here naked.”

“Would we have boned on the kitchen counter if I would’ve been naked?” I asked with far too much hope in my voice. I also made a mental note to answer the door naked the next time Scott came over.

He grinned but didn’t offer a response.

“Would we have?” I asked again, but he just laughed it off. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.”

“Pfft,” I scoffed. “That saying doesn’t even apply to this situation.”

“Eat your dinner, Low,” he demanded. “I’m getting hungry for dessert.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I shoved a bite of pizza into my mouth and got to work.

“Attagirl,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t get too cocky,” I retorted as I picked up the remote for the television. “I’m only doing it because I’m greedy and selfish when it comes to orgasms.”

He smirked. “Good God, I love that greedy little cunt of yours.”