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When I got divorced, I suddenly had a lot more free time and a huge need to release some tension. It was then that I discovered the wonderful world of vibrators.
And I do meanwonderful.
Tanner continues to tease, not touching me quite where I want him to. “Tell me how you make yourself come.”
Not knowing how he will respond, I whisper, “With my vibrator.”
In one fluid motion, he pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. “That is so fucking sexy,” he groans before pressing his lips to mine.
Our kiss is hot and frenzied—all fire and passion. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed making out this much. I can’t seem to get enough.
I feel Tanner’s hard length poking me through his boxers. Grinding against it, I get a guttural reaction from him. His fingertips grip into my ass, pushing me even further onto him.
With a fierce growl, he breaks the kiss and curses. “Fuck! We need more condoms.”
My lip pokes out in a pout, but I know that he’s right. He grabs his phone off the table and opens Postmates.
“Is your phone working okay?” I nervously ask.
“Just fine, beautiful,” he replies with a smile.
I felt awful when I knocked water all over it earlier, but thankfully, he didn’t make me feel any worse. Judd would have yelled at me for being so clumsy.
Night and day.
“Okay, condoms,” he mumbles as he adds them to the cart. “Can you think of anything else we need?”
“Hmm.” I think for a moment. “Well, we may need something else to eat since we finished off the dino nuggets.”
He looks up at me. “How do you feel about fajitas and margaritas?”
Before I can say anything, he says, “Oh, crap. You had margaritas last night, didn’t you? Probably don’t want them again, huh?”
“For starters, I will never turn down margaritas,” I tell him. “And I love fajitas. But you want to cook for me?”
“Of course. Why is that weird?”
“It’s not,” I reply, hesitant to tell him that I’ve never had a man cook for me that wasn’t my father. The only thing Judd would ever do was grill some meat, and even then, the rest of the meal fell on my shoulders.
“So, fajitas sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him.
Tanner Samson seems to be full of surprises. At first glance, you’d never think that this tatted and pierced man secretly has a huge sweet spot.
He clicks a few more buttons on his phone before setting it back down on the coffee table. “Alright. Done. Should be here within an hour or so.”
“Hmmm.” I tap my finger on my chin. “What could we do for an hour?”
My hand slowly trails up his thigh, and he immediately understands what kind of game I’m playing.
As serious as a heart attack, he says, “Well, I could eat your pussy until the condoms come.”
“As much as I would love that,” I begin. “I think I need to go take a shower first.”
“Want some company?”
“Sure.” I smile, which gets him cheesing like a fool.
