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“Honey.” I handed him my glass honeypot.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He sat at the table and drizzled honey on the biscuit then hummed as he motored through it, remarking between bites, “This is some real gourmet shit, Brick.”
“I’m glad you approve. Leftovers are for tomorrow. I made plenty.”
He tilted his head back, a silent plea for a kiss, and I obliged. “You’re bad for my girlish figure,” he said.
“No, I’m not. AIP is excellent for your ass and your gut.”
“And my brain. My word count has almost doubled since I started eating your home cooking.”
I grinned. “You sure it’s not the sex?”
Drew eyed me, or to be precise, he eyed my ass. “That’s definitely inspiring.” He popped the last bite into his mouth and glanced at the clock. “Damn. I’d fuck you before he arrives, but there’s not enough time, and I will not be rushed.”
“So considerate.” I put the last biscuit in the bread basket and covered them with a towel. Casually, I remarked, “There’s time for a blowjob.” I put the basket on the table and laughed at the feral look on his face.
He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “No, no. I won’t break my rule.” He sounded like he was convincing himself.
I wiped the counter. “Where will you be while Aithan is here?”
“Gonna take my laptop to Liquid Mud.” He had his computer bag by his feet. “Text me when the coast is clear?”
“I thought you wanted to watch.”
Drew’s gaze sharpened and his grin turned predatory. He stood and caught my waist, pulling me against him. “If sexy times start, textSOS,and I’ll come running. I do not want to miss seeing you get fucked by Mr. Fitness.”
The way he purred that made me horny. He was so unabashed about his desires. It was a turn on. “Okay,” I said and couldn’t stop a little moan from escaping me as he captured my lips. He grabbed my ass and ground his hips against mine, his erection obvious.
“Christ.” He forced himself away. “I’m leaving before I bend you over the table and fuck the shit out of you.”
I nodded, breathing a little too hard. The man was magnetic and sexy as hell. “Go. I’ll text you.”
“One way or another, Zel, you’re getting fucked hard tonight. That is a promise.”
I nodded stupidly. It was my turn to wear a shit-eating grin as he retreated down the stairs.
Not ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I turned off the crockpot, took off my apron, and hurried to the front door, checking my hair in the mirror beside it before looking through the peephole.
Aithan. And he had flowers.
I opened the door. “Hey.” I suddenly felt shy.
He offered the flowers — gerberas — pink, yellow, orange, and white. “I know it’s a bit old-fashioned, but you know I’m wholesome like that.”
“I do.” I took them and felt the return of the shit-eating grin. “They’re beautiful and you’re thoughtful. Thank you.”
“And they’re non-toxic, so the kitties won’t get sick if they sample them.”
He kicked off his shoes and left them beside mine — more thoughtfulness — and hung his coat on one of the wall pegs. “Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.”
“Pot roast. I stuck with something simple, since I wasn’t sure what you like or dislike.”
“I’m a polar bear. I’ll eat anything.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him as we went upstairs. “Good, ’cause I make a helluva good pot roast.”
