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Then she itched her opposite calf, and I realized she was wearing fuck-me red heels. It was a damn miracle I didn’t spend myself all over her sofa.
My cock twitched helplessly. Still might happen yet.
Before I could fall to my knees to beg to eat her pussy forever, the buzzer rang.
“DoorDash,” she said simply, carting her cat to the door.
Princess looked at me over Kitty’s shoulder. I had to be delirious because I would’ve sworn she was sticking her tongue out at me.
While Kitty dealt with the delivery person, I located my boxers and went to the bathroom to take care of business.
Just bathroom-related business. I didn’t jerk off even if I groaned merely touching my damn overeager dick.
Then I studied myself in the mirror. My hair stuck out in every direction. But there was no denying my dopey half-asleep smile.
I was officially screwed.
When I returned to the living room, Kitty was juggling an overflowing bag of McDonald’s and her cat, who was trying to climb into the bag. My stomach growled loudly, making Kitty laugh as she spread our feast on the table.
But there was just one milkshake.
And dammit, I’d wasted my points on a meal I’d never picked up. Eh, what the hell.
Worth it.
Kitty set Princess on the floor where she immediately went into begging mode. “If you can believe it, they ran out of chocolate. There was just enough for one.”
“That’s okay. I’ll just eat yours.”
She ignored Princess’s soft pleas and she didn’t look at me as she precisely separated food into piles. Hers. Mine. Then out came a tiny cup that I soon discovered was a vanilla milkshake for Princess. She tipped the white liquid into the cat’s bowl, added four French fries, and set it on the fish-shaped placemat near the galley-style kitchen.
When she turned back, my heart rolled over painfully in my chest.
What was happening to me?
She lifted a hand to her hair while Princess devoured her snack. “What?” she demanded.
I shook my head to clear it. The post-sex haze remained. “Nothing. Uh, I’ve never done this before.”
“Had sex on a couch?”
“No, I’ve done that. Just, I’m a serial dater, I guess. I usually take the proper steps. A few dates, get to know each other, then maybe a couple makeout sessions before we do the real deal.”
“So I’m guessing no woman ever propositioned you with bareback sex the first time you came over.” Instead of eating her food, she moved behind her counter and began taking ingredients out of the fridge and bowls out of the cupboards and utensils from drawers.
“No. That’s true. A shame, that. By the way, I used a condom in case you didn’t realize.”
“Noted.”
I leaned forward to snag a fry, relieved to find she’d gotten burgers for both of us. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“In a minute. Do you like cookies?”
“Sure. Who doesn’t?”
“I ordered ingredients to make them the other day. Baking is a nice neutral activity. You have to measure the ingredients correctly or you’ll just end up with a mess.” She began cracking eggs with a ferocity that was oddly stimulating.
My cock was officially going on hiatus. It couldn’t be trusted.
