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“Pasta or casserole?” I asked her.
“Pasta, always.”
I threw our bowls in the microwave one at a time, and then took them to the couch when the food was hot enough.
“We probably shouldn’t eat on this expensive couch,” Tatum said, as I handed her the bowl.
“What’s the point in having a couch if we can’t do what we want on it?”
“That’s a fair point.” She took a bite of her food. Her forehead wrinkled slightly as she considered something.
She took a few more bites before she said, “I think we’ll have to practice kissing.”
I coughed, nearly choking on the food in my mouth.
That definitely wasn’t what I expected her to say.
It was an easy answer, though.
“Alright.”
“We should probably share your bed while she’s here, too. If she’s with your government, we don’t want to risk her coming in with coffee or breakfast and finding out that our relationship is fake.”
My eyes narrowed.
She quickly clarified, “Not fake—just starting. We don’t want her finding out our relationship is just starting. She has the code to get in, doesn’t she? Your brothers have the code.”
I would give her that one.
“She could guess it, if she doesn’t know it already. Bash or Zander likely already gave it to her, though.”
She nodded. “We’ll practice kissing, and we’ll share a bed. That should make us comfortable enough to sell it.”
I nodded my agreement and took another bite to stop myself from saying something I might regret.
Like,“We should practice fucking, too.”
A few minutes passed while we ate, and watched darkness set in over the mountains. The silence was comfortable, and she took my bowl as soon as I finished. My eyes followed her ass to the kitchen. Though I wasn’t starving, I could certainly eat if she was the meal.
“Want to watch a movie?”
Her words distracted me, and I lifted my eyes to hers. “Sure.”
It had been a long time since I’d seen one.
She rattled off the names of a few that had come out while I was in prison, and I told her to pick one. When she did, I pulled it up and turned it on.
Tatum flipped the lights off on her way to the couch, and when she sat down, she sat close to me. There were only a few inches between our bodies, but the distance was small enough that my attention was fixed on her, not on the TV.
“How close would we sit, if we weren’t—” she caught herself before she could sayfake, and finished, “at the beginning?”
“If we had been together long enough, I’d sit you on my lap.”
The faint lust on her skin thickened and grew more vibrant. “We should probably practice that, too.”
I made a noise of agreement, grabbing her by her thighs and pulling her close. When her ass and legs were draped over my lap, our bodies perpendicular on the couch, I grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath her side. She relaxed against it, her lust brighter as she did.
“Thanks.”
