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“Hey! What are you doing?” She wants to grab the fork back, but she can’t. I’m standing on her bad side and, thankfully, she knows better than to lunge at me with her injured arm. “Benjamin will be up soon. I’d like to finish eating before then.”
I drop down into the chair closest to her and twirl the fork in her pasta. I hold it up to her full pink lips. “Then shut up and eat.”
Piper stares at the fork like it’s a bomb. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what it looks like.”
Her eyes slide over me and a flush ripples across her cheeks. “Oh, so your body has been possessed by a kind, caretaking alien?”
“Start eating or I’ll let you starve.”
She sighs. “False alarm. It’s still you in there.”
I wag the fork back and forth in front of her mouth. She’s clearly considering the pros and cons of letting me feed her versus starvation.
Finally, she leans forward, lips parted, and takes the bite.
And to think I thought watching her eat was sensual.
Feeding her is something else entirely.
Feeling the friction of her lips across the fork, the warmth of her breath against my fingers… My cock strains against the seam of my pants. I shift in the chair.
With each bite, I find myself staring at her mouth. Watching her throat bob. Her collarbones rise and fall as she chews and swallows.
The collar of my shirt has fallen open across her chest, revealing the barest hint of the swell of her breast.
God, I’m no better than a horny fucking teenager. Falling all over myself at the barest hint of cleavage. What the hell is wrong with me?
Suddenly, Piper’s hand shifts over mine. “I can take care of myself.” Her voice is soft. She can’t even meet my eyes.
I shake her hand off. “I’ve seen no proof of that.”
She rolls her eyes, and her knee brushes against mine. The heat of her body scorches through my pants. It does nothing to ease the ache between my legs.
“I’m not a child.”
“I’m aware.” Painfully aware. She’s awoman. Ripe for the taking.
She groans in frustration.
I hold out another bite for her. “If you’re scared of crossing the professional line you wanted to maintain, don’t be.”
Her tongue slides across her lower lip, taunting me. “You’re feeding me dinner, Timofey. Right now, we aren’t just crossing the line; we’re dancing all over it.”
Candlelight flickers across her skin. Her expression hides in wavering shadows. But she’s blushing. I know that. I can feel the attraction between us burning as hot as the flames this afternoon.
Akim was right. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman.
That’s all this is. I’m leaning towards Piper, a raging erection between my legs, because it’s been months since I’ve touched anything but my own hand.
“It’s only inappropriate if you want it to be.”
A nervous whimper sounds from the back of Piper’s throat. There’s fear in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull back. She doesn’t turn away.
“Timofey…” she breathes.
I drop my free hand onto her thigh. My fingers slip around the curve of her leg and squeeze. “If you keep saying my name like that, we’re going to do a lot more than dance on that line.”
