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His hand rubbed circles on my back until I sat up.
“Thank you,” I said, though it didn’t feel like enough.
“You’re welcome. I can’t wait to see you in them.”
“If I break something, it’ll be your fault.”
“I will happily take full responsibility, and provide sponge baths.” He wagged his eyebrows.
“You outdid yourself,” I said, still marveling at the two pairs of skates sitting on the coffee table. I was itching to get into them, but that would require tearing myself away from Mack and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that just yet.
He looked down at his chest, one finger tracing over the logo, including the little pie dotting thei. “I think you might have won this round, Chastity.”
I shook my head. He didn’t understand that he’d given me more than skates, he’d given me permission. Permission to do something that wasn’t productive. Permission to play. Permission to turn my brain off. Permission to stop. “Let’s call it even.”
32
MACK
This.Fucking. Woman.
Chase had blown me away so thoroughly with her gift, I still wasn’t sure I had the right words to thank her. They may never come. When I’d eased open the wrapping and seen the menu, my first reaction had been to fight it, to argue, to push back. Because that was what I did when anyone tried to talk about this and push me further than I was willing to go. But I couldn’t, not this time. Not when Chase was looking at me with those eyes that went right to the heart of me, past all the bullshit and fear. Shesawme. All of me. It was scary as shit but I knew I’d never change it, not for anything.
I looked back down to the logo stitched across the top of the apron.The Pie Guy. The name she’d jokingly given me as I stood in my kitchen a couple of weeks ago. I’d laughed it off at the time, even while thinking I quite liked the sound of it. And now here it was. On my chest, my name just below it on the apron’s pocket. Scary. As. Shit. But, also, a small voice whispered,right.
“It really does look good on you,” Chase said, drawing my attention to her. She crawled into my lap, her thighs sliding over mine as one finger followed the black stitching.
“You think so?” I asked, pulling her closer, letting myself breathe in the floral and citrus scent of her.
“I do. Although part of me was terrified you wouldn’t like it.” She nibbled her full lower lip as her hips shifted forward and a low groan rolled up my throat. My hands explored her back, pressing our chests together.
“Worrying for nothing … that doesn’t sound like you.”
A laugh burst out of her. “No, not like me at all.”
She ran her nose along mine before closing the last of the space between us.
The glacial conversation from earlier was still there, hovering in the background, so, as much as I wanted to tear her clothes off and worship her until we had to go to work, I resisted, letting her set the pace. It wasn’t exactly difficult when her tongue swept into my mouth with a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan that had my brain melting. Her hips rolled over my already hard cock as she explored my mouth and I desperately tried to keep hold of my leash. I wanted her so badly I could barely think straight and I once again marveled at the fact we’d been able to hold all of this tension at bay all those years. It would be utterly impossible now.
Chase’s fingers pressed between us, popping the button on my jeans. “Need you,” she said, giving herself room to dive her hand into my boxers.
“You, too.”
Our mouths came back together, the kiss messy and desperate. Then her lips cut a trail over my jaw and down my neck, and she was sliding off my lap, between my knees.
“Ch—ohfuuuck.” I groaned as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. I was going to pass out.
“Pants. Get your pants off.” It was a difficult instruction to comply with, considering she was essentially in the way, but I did my best to at least get my pants halfway down my thighs and she ripped them the rest of the way down to my ankles. I would have made some kind of joke about it but then her mouth was on me again and I was no longer thinking, let alone capable of speech. All I could do was feel her, warm and wet as she sucked and licked and drove me fucking crazy. It wasn’t enough though; I wanted us naked and feeling her skin against mine.
She moaned, the vibrations sending heat barreling down my spine.
“W–urgh, feels so good.” I sucked in a sharp breath as she sunk lower and my cock hit the back of her throat, she swallowed. “Fuck, wait.”
She released me and licked her swollen lips, eyes bouncing between me and my straining cock. “Problem?”
“Just that you’re not naked.”
She smiled slow as she stood, ripping off her hoodie—my hoodie—as she went, and, God help me, there was only a bra underneath. I tore off the apron and my shirt, then leaned forward to work on peeling off her jeans, the need pounding through my blood making my hands shake. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her how much I wanted her, now and fucking forever, but I couldn’t, not when it had the potential to send her running. I would do literally anything to keep her right here with me.
