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I shake my head and take a step closer to her. “I’m not thirsty either.”
She begins to worry. “Then what’s wrong?”
Not wanting her to feel used—because this somehow seems wrong but I know it’s what I need to clear my head and get me past this last block—I give myself one last second to back out. But I’m a selfish asshole. I want her, and I have to finish this book. “I’m stuck… with my writing.”
Understanding replaces her confusion. “Oh!Do you want some help? Maybe we could talk through some scenes?” She’s all too ready to jump in, taking off her red apron and hanging it up.
Her skin is flawless in a tank top and shorts. There’s a dusting of flour at the top of her ample cleavage that only adds to her charm. But it’s the fact that she’s completely unaware of her beauty that makes her so sexy.
“I don’t think talking is what I need right now.” My voice deepens as I inch toward her.
She doesn’t move away. Instead, she tilts her head up, maintaining eye contact while allowing me to get lost in her clear blue eyes. I see her throat work as she swallows.
“Then,” she whispers. “What do you need, Nate?”
My response is only the quiet press of my lips to hers. That sugary-sweet taste invades my senses as I swipe my tongue across her lips. She opens her mouth, letting me in, and I close the space between us, resting my hands on her hips.
“I needyou, Teddie Bear. Can we—”
She doesn’t let me finish my question before she brings her hands to my face and kisses me back, not at all quiet or gentle. It's like she can’t bear to let me go. I’m about to suggest we go to my room when she starts walking backward, tugging me by my waistband without breaking our kiss. Our mouths work together as I keep us from walking into any furniture or walls.
When we finally make it to my room, we collapse onto the bed, where I catch myself on my forearms so I don’t crush my precious muse underneath me. She giggles against my lips, and I have to stop myself from grinding against her because she’s socuteit’s almost infuriating.
Then I remember our current position—Teddie on her back and me between her legs—and I decide thisisthe perfect time to grind against her. I give into my urges, pressing my hard cock against her core and she gasps into my mouth. I do it again and she trembles.
“You see what you do to me, Teddie Bear?” I don’t want to think about how easily the pet name falls from my lips. “You turn me on so much, and you’re not even trying.”
“R-really?” she asks, her pink lips swollen and her pupils dilated by lust.
“Yeah, baby, you don’t want to know how many times I’ve come in the shower to the thought of you. I can’t get you off my mind. I can never get enough.”
“Me too,” she admits softly, meeting my thrust. “I just… I didn’t wanna say anything.”
A twinge of guilt twists in my chest, but I ignore it. She’s not in love with me. This is just sex. Something we both want. So I keep going.
“Oh, yeah?” My lips travel across her cheek and up her jaw, to her ear. “Has the naughty hostess been touching herself to the thought of her guest in the next room?”
“Yes!” she cries out when I rub her clit hard, and I feel a thrill of success rush through me.
I pull back and look at her again. Her hair is tousled, and her cheeks are pink with arousal. She’s fucking gorgeous like this.
“Show me.”
“W-what?” She must think she didn’t hear me right.
“Show me,” I repeat. “How you touch yourself when you think of me.”
She swallows and looks away. I’m worried I’ve pushed her too far, and I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to do, when she shoves lightly on my chest. I sit back, afraid I ruined the moment. But she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and panties, tugging them off and flinging them across the room.
My mouth goes dry as I watch her lie back down and spread her legs open to give me a perfect view of her bare pussy. I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed, panting as she slides a hand down her supple, curvy body and parts the lips of her glistening pussy.
“Holy shit, Teddie.” I’m dying for a taste, to rub my face in her sweetness. To make her come with only my tongue.
Fuck, my cock hurts.
She teases her slit, her breath hitching every time she brushes her clit. I know she’s enjoying it because her hips begin to roll and her belly quivers.
“That feel good?”
