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“Sounds good. I appreciate that. But if I get someone else in right away, there’s no need.” I waved her off. It was the least I could do for her trouble.
“Don’t bother arguing,” Kira said from behind me. “He does what he wants anyway.”
Geneva watched the volley between Kira and me with a giggle.
“I’m glad she’s figuring this out,” I said with a tilt of my lips. Geneva burst out laughing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kira throw her hands in the air and stomp to her room. The entire time, Sasha lay sleeping on the floor by Geneva’s feet.
She acted miffed, but Kira packed all her shit in several bags and suitcases. Holding my tongue, I helped her load everything into her vehicle and the back seat of mine. On the way back to my place, I stopped into Hy-Vee and grabbed a turtle cheesecake while she waited in her vehicle. She was trying to see what I’d gotten, but I kept it well hidden.
Once we arrived at the house, Sasha and Zaka hauled ass out to the backyard.
I put all of Kira’s bags in my room. Looking in my closet, I anticipated I’d need to move some of my shit to the spare bedroom closet. It would be worth it.
Kira was in the kitchen stomping around and slapping ingredients on the counter. As she went to walk past me, I grabbed her arm, bringing her to a halt.
“Look at me.”
She was petulant, but she listened. Her eyes held a fire that I’d have liked to see in a different circumstance. Like one where we were both naked.
“By the time we go to bed, I want you to have this shit out of your system. I’m not gonna walk on eggshells, nor am I gonna kiss your ass. But I sure as hell will fuck it out of you. Mark my words—by tomorrow, you’ll be too tired to be so sassy.” Her eyes widened with every word, and the tip of her tongue traced her bottom lip. Hungrily, I watched it glide.
Palming the front of her throat, I pulled her in. I loved to feel the jump in her pulse under my fingers when I did that. It sent a powerful surge through me. My lips hit hers, and like always, we combusted.
Before I knew it, she was sitting on the edge of the counter and I was pressed hard between her legs. My hands were up her shirt, and hers were in my hair.
Finally, we came up for air. “I need to start supper if we’re gonna eat,” she breathlessly said.
“Maybe I’m not hungry anymore. At least not for dinner.” A wicked grin curled my lips. An airy laugh slipped out of her, and she gently pushed me back.
“Well, maybe what I have planned for you requires you to fuel up,” she said, then bit her lip and ducked her head. Her hands were busied with her preparations, but I spun her around and stole one more kiss from her parted lips.
“Maybe you underestimate me,” I said before I nipped her neck, eliciting a squeal from her as she pulled her shoulders up.
We had dinner, but it was late.
We had dessert first.
