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Of that I have no doubt.
“Yep. You got it. I want you to hold me until we absolutely, positively just have to get up.”
“You sound like Tyler trying to cajole Natalie into doing something.” I bop Sin’s nose with my index finger. She has a cute button one I just have to tap every now and then.
“How can you compare me to a five-year-old?” she asks with a snort.
“Tyler isn’t five yet.”
“He will be in January.”
That earns her a slow blink. “What if I said my soon to be wife is turning twenty-seven? I bet you wouldn’t like that.”
“My birthday is over seven months away, so no, I wouldn’t like it if you added almost a year to my age.”
“And what would you do if I did?” I ask, goading her to take things further.
She lowers her head back onto my chest and runs a hand over the contours of my abs. Little shocks follow her movements. My cock begins to rise like dough in a pre-warmed oven. “I can promise you that I will no longer do this.”
Ahhhh.
Sin knows she is playing with fire by igniting one of my erogenous zones. She also knows she will pay for teasing me.
I trap the fingers on my chest in a heavy grip. Her cute little whimper shoots a stream of desire straight to my shaft. Ignoring what my body wants, I make one last effort to resist her charms. “If I let you seduce me, not only won’t I get to exercise, we’ll probably be late. You know how bad Manhattan traffic is.”
With one last squeeze, I let her hand go.
Big mistake.
She twists to look at me. Her knee rubs tantalizing over my thickening cock while her big brown eyes pool with lust. “It won’t take me but a minute to get ready. I don’t need to get glammed up. I’ll–”
My incredulous laugh cuts her off. Sin’s idea of “glamming up” is mascara, lip gloss, and her hair loose and down her back.
Sin pouts. “Royce… stop laughing at me.” The jut of her bottom lip looks like a pink berry. One that is ripe and ready to be rolled between my teeth.
Rolled and bitten into.
“Okay you win. Fifteen minutes longer, but no hanky-panky.”
My antiquated saying does the trick of removing her pout and replacing it with a giggle.
“You sound like Gramps.”
“I’ll take that as a complement.”
After an eye roll, Sin resumes her place on my chest. I take the opportunity to curl a piece of her thick mahogany hair around my finger.
I love her hair.
The color. The texture. How it fans around my thighs as she–
You really need to chill.
Not an easy task, but as we lay silent, content to watch as the glow-in-the-dark stars on our bedroom ceiling fade in the burgeoning light, flaccidity becomes my friend once again.
“Are you glad to be back here?”
“Sure am.” I let her hair spring from my finger and curl down her back. “Do you like how the renovations turned out?”
