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“Yes, but, baby, I’m eating you for dessert. I am nowhere near done playing with your body for the night. What happened earlier was just a preview to the main event later on this evening once we’ve had dinner and rested.”
I watched her voluptuous ass walk away from me as I finished getting my tacos together and a beer. Because tacos deserve beer.
Bringing over my food, I sit it down on the coffee table and pick up the remote, looking for something to watch on the television. Maybe if I’m watching something, I’ll think about anything other than fucking the gorgeous woman sitting on the couch beside me.
I found a hockey game and turned it on. In the last six years, I’d surprisingly become a fan. Hockey players are fucking athletes. The way they glide down the ice, stop on a dime, and sprint like none other to make a goal is nothing less than fucking impressive.
The sound of her laugh sounded like the sweetest tone to my ears. “Since when do you watch hockey? You used to hate that sport.”
I lifted my shoulder in a shrug. “Things change, you said so yourself.”
She bowed her head a touch before continuing to eat. For just a few minutes, I simply sat and watched her. It was one of the things I loved best about Anna. She’d never been one of those shy eaters. No, if she was hungry, she chowed down. Nothing like the dainty bunnies who used to hang around all the time and find salad an acceptable meal. I shook my head. Eating shit salads for the sake of beauty. Now, I’m not saying I don’t eat salad, but I like a mean steak and potatoes meal every once in a while.
The next half an hour was rather silent as we finished our food; only the sounds of cheering and shouting from the hockey game filling the space. She moaned twice while eating, and it did absolutely nothing to help how fucking tight my pants had become.Fuck.
“Mmm… that was delicious. Thank you for dinner.” She looked down at her watch and my stomach dropped. Did she want to leave already? She pulled her cell from her purse before looking at me with what seemed like asking for permission. “Um… do you mind if I text Savvy? I just want to make sure he’s okay, and I can stay a little longer.”
“Of course, babe.”
She texted Savvy, and a smile crossed her lips moments later. “Everything okay?” I asked because I honestly wanted to know.
“Yep, Ben and Rex have been busy playing all night with the new Hot Wheels track Dad got him. We had to leave his favorite car at home, though, because he and Rex tend to fight over it.”
My eyebrows raised. “Really? What kind of car?”
“What other kind of car would it be; a 1970 Chevelle SS.”
My chest puffed at his favorite car. He was definitely my boy.
ChapterEight
We’d finished eating. I should have gotten up and left before anything started, before I ended up sleeping with my baby daddy. I didn’t want to complicate things, but I also noticed the way he was eyeing me up. He wanted me, and I couldn’t say I felt any different.
I knew if I said no, he would stop. He always respected my boundaries and never questioned them or pushed too far.
We’d been watching hockey all evening. I couldn’t say I’ve ever been a fan, but I don’t care as long as I’m watching with him. I checked in with Savannah earlier, and she said the boys are getting along. They went from playing with their Hot Wheels to playing video games with Hutchison. I swear the man has a heart of gold.
I love Ben with all my heart, but sometimes I just need a break. My eyes found dark chocolate with hints of amber whiskey around the irises that stared back at me. He’d managed to scooch closer to me as we sat there. Now I was sealed into his side with his arm hanging on the back of the couch, offering himself up on a silver platter.
Now that he was this close, I caught the scent of his soap and aftershave; it was a heady combination. It asked my body to soften, and certainly got my pulse skyrocketing into action, and my pussy begging to be filled.
His voice was low and deep; the rumble sounding through me as my name departed his lips like a caress. “Annagayle,” He whispered in my ear.
Big hands came up to cradle my face; sending sensations and shivers down my spine with each stroke of his thumb on my cheek.
He bent his head slightly and covered my mouth with his; soft lips playing among my own. Moisture pooled in my panties as he nibbled on my lower lip, teasing me, torturing me, and sucking it into his mouth. I opened my lips to breathe, and he took full advantage of it, sliding his tongue past to dance with my own without hesitation.
He moaned, kissing me, and my nipples started to pebble against the front of my dress. I jumped at the sensation when the very tip of his tongue ran against the roof of my mouth. With each stroke of his tongue, his body grew more frantic as it rubbed beneath me. I could feel the hardness of his growing erection through his pants, pressing against my core.
I should be horrified at my body’s lusty reaction to being in his proximity. How could I want him so bad?
Heat consumed me, and my pussy was now begging for attention. He stopped abruptly and looked at me. “Let’s take this somewhere a little more comfortable, shall we?”
All I could do was nod in agreement, words somehow missing from my lips. Without thinking, he stood and then leaned over, picking me up from the couch and throwing me over his strong, solid shoulder. I started to complain, and he smacked my ass, which only encouraged more throbbing in my core.
I lifted my head to try and watch where he was going. When he finally stopped, I looked around. The bedroom looked like one you could see at any other beach house along the strip that was a rental, but the room around me had the faint scent of Julian. As if he’d just showered in cologne before I came over.
A four poster bed sat in the middle of the room; a dark duvet covering it. A few moments after seeing the bed, I was thrust upon it; my dress rising up, giving him the perfect view of my sweet spot.
