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“What book?”
“Women’s fiction. You’ve never heard of it.”
“Why won’t you read it?”
“Because I prefer romance. I like happy endings.”
“You do, do you?” I wink at her, joking around, but not at all surprised by what she’s saying. Sunny and happiness are synonymous.
She joins me by the sink, her hip nudging me out of the way so she can put her hands on the pan I’m scrubbing.
“No, ma’am. You cooked, I clean.”
“I can’t just sit back and watch you clean.” She tugs on the Brillo pad in my hand, and I use my shoulder to block her.
“Go sit down.”
“No. I want to help.”
I toss the Brillo pad in the sink, shake the extra water off my hands, and bend to scoop her off the floor. She tosses her hair back, giggling. It’s the best damn sound. My plan is to place her on the sofa, but her squirms threaten my balance, and I settle on the far end of the counter, stepping between her legs and claiming that joyful mouth. The kiss begins playfully, but when she tilts her head, our kiss deepens. I crush her to me, and her fingers dig into my back and my scalp. Her eager response urges me on, and I trail kisses from her lips down her throat as I palm her breast.
I lift that little tank over her arms, setting it down on the counter beside her, and stand back, taking in those luscious breasts in the daylight. She has truly fantastic tits. Fuller on the bottom, the perfect size for my hand, with round, pale nipples that beg to be sucked. The sunlight brightens her blonde, sex-tangled hair, and those blue eyes, well, that’s the most fantastic sight of all, because she’s looking at me with desire.
“You are incredible.”Stunning.
Her cheeks flush with a light pink, and self-consciously, she raises an arm to cover those gorgeous breasts.
“Nooo,” I scold, brushing her hands away.
One by one, I cup her lush breasts and lavish attention on the pale pink areolas with my tongue and ever so gently with my teeth. When my mouth covers one, my thumb flicks the sensitive skin of the other.
Her fingers cup my jaw, and I pause. Her lips turn up on the ends in a cautious smile.
“You said you wondered what my breasts looked like. Did you fantasize about doing this?”
I straighten, move a wayward golden strand off her face, and place a quick kiss on her nose. “I did. But can I tell you? These breasts are actually better than I imagined. More full. I love the color of your nipples. The way they taste. Sweet. Like honey.” My palm presses her stomach, asking her to lean back. She complies, and with both hands around her pajama bottoms, I tug them right off and let them fall to the floor.
With her legs spread, my gaze falls to her bare pussy. “I also wondered about this. If you trimmed or if you were bare. I figured as much time as you spent on your nails, there was a good chance you didn’t have a full bush.”
Her gaze tilts up to the ceiling as she attempts to close her thighs, her cheeks aflame with rosy blush. “Back then, I probably did have a full bush. Is that what you prefer?”
My thumb flicks over her mound, then I snap my index finger over her clit. Her back arches, and she let out anoh.
“I like this. Smooth. Bare. Perfect for dessert.”
I bend, bowing before her, nipping and kissing my way up her thighs to her petal-smooth center.
“Ahm…” Her back arches, and her fingers tease my hair. My erection throbs, peeking out of the top of my pants, but I ignore that need, because the desire to have her writhing on my kitchen counter is far greater. “Pretty sure I can’t get pregnant this way.” I pause, glancing up at her, my lips soaked with her essence. “As awesome as it is,” she breathes out on an exhale.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her top teeth sink into her lower lip as she gives me a sultry smile, and I return my focus to her, slipping two fingers deep inside while my tongue worships her. Within minutes, her heels beat against my shoulders and she screams out my name like I always dreamed she would. Another fantasy come to fruition. I press my face into her stomach, giving us both a moment to catch our breaths.
“Did you request the counters to be this height?” Her fingers both tease my hair and massage my temple. The sensation is divine.
“I’ve never done this in a kitchen.” Truth is, I haven’t yet brought anyone back to this apartment. My hospital hook-ups happen at the hospital, and I’ve had a few hook-ups on nights out with Harrison, but for whatever reason never ended up back here. Those encounters were pretty far between, a side effect of residency and long hours post-residency.
“No?” Her thumb presses against my furrowed brow.
