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“Jealous?” Savanna teased him.
“Not on your life, Sugar. Those hot scenes you wrote . . . fact, not fiction.”
“Thank you for that.” I giggled at Savanna’s mock embarrassment. “So, now, when I read this book, I’ll know you two tested all those hot scenes out, huh?” I tapped at the stack of pages.
“Like your sex life isn’t hot enough to start a fire without a match?” Savanna joked, eyes back on me. “Just pretend the billionaire and his intern are . . .”
“Not you and Griffin?” My smile stretched. “I’ll do my best.
“What’s the plot about?”
“Plot?” Griffin laughed. “It’s all sex.”
Savanna swiveled on her seat and shot him a dirty look. “It’s the pregnancy hormones that have me feeling a certain way. I don’t see you complaining.”
Another wink from him. Oh, he wanted a little fight to have makeup sex. Ugh, I loved that kind of sex.
Jesse and I used to argue all the time back before we wound up together, and then I’d wind up getting myself off. Turned on by our fighting.
But now, at times, he liked to piss me off just to get me all hot, bothered, and frustrated. Then we’d rip each other’s clothes off and go at it hard.
“Well, I’m going to take this back to the house and read it instead of working on my sketches before I go get Remi from Mom’s.” I stood, cradled the stack of papers against my chest, then kissed Savanna on the cheek and gently punched Griffin’s arm as my goodbye.
“If you hate it, don’t tell me,” Savanna called after me on my way out.
I tossed her a quick look. “Girl, if you wrote it, I’m going to love it. Promise.” Plus, a sex book? Sign me up.
* * *
“Wow. Okay.” I was getting hot in the face. Hot everywhere. “This is . . .” Now I’m talking to myself. I snatched a glass of water and gulped it back to cool off, then continued reading Savanna’s story.
“Get on your hands and knees. You want me? Crawl to me. Fucking look up at me and beg for it . . .” was the last line I read before I felt hands come down over my shoulders, scaring me half to death.
At the feel of Jesse’s mouth near my ear, my body erupted in chills. “I’m back early, darlin’. I wanted to surprise you.” He swept my hair over my shoulder and kissed the side of my neck.
I closed my eyes and sighed, then reached back for his hand. He gave it a squeeze, then urged me to stand and face him.
Seven days away from him had been pure torture.
On my feet now, I murmured, “I love the surprise.” I slung my arms over his shoulders and linked my wrists behind his neck. I’d never get tired of looking at him.
He bent in and nipped my lip, his hands sliding up my back as he kissed me. Tasted me with his tongue. His hands dove into my hair. Then he held my face between his strong palms, gentle but somehow still strong touches as he kissed me. Made love to me with his mouth.
Only when he eased back did I finally share, “Remi’s at Mom and Dad’s right now.”
“Before we go pick him up, do you want to . . .?” He lifted his brows a few times and smirked.
I eagerly nodded, and he stepped back and reached for my hand.
God, I’d follow this man anywhere.
Once in our bedroom, he pushed me up against the wall, hastily unzipping his jeans and shoving them down.
He slid his hand inside my shorts, moaning in my ear, “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”
I wasn’t sure if I should admit I was wet before he came home, reading that naughty scene and picturing Jesse demanding me to get on the floor and crawl to him.
We’d have to try that sometime. But right now, I just wanted him this way. Hard, rough, and against the wall.
