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“Before, you said—”
“I was hungry then but I’m not now. I’m just tired.”
“Then why are you getting up.” His tone was no longer friendly.
“Because I’m going to my bed.”
“Alison.” There was a warning in his voice.
“You said you were okay with just sex.”
“I am but I didn’t think you’d wham-bam me.”
She couldn’t help it; she laughed and then sobered at his glare. “I’m sorry but I told you that this is just sex. We had sex and now, I’m going to get some rest.”
CHAPTER 18: Harker
Harker opened the stove and pulled out the enchiladas. They looked good and they smelled even better. He was quite proud of the dish. Yes, he’d used canned enchilada sauce and canned beans, but he’d put it all together and that counted as homemade to him.
He’d been spending a lot of his nights watching cooking shows. He’d found his interest in movies and TV shows had dwindled since he had to watch them alone. For the last several months, he and Alison had been fucking like rabbits but as soon as they were done, she’d scurry away and hide in her room.
“Hey, that smells good.” Alison walked into the kitchen, her eyes roaming over him. “You’re becoming quite the chef.”
“It’s not as hard as I’d thought.” He leaned against the counter. His cock hardening at her blatant perusal. He loved a woman who loved dick—especially his.
“Too bad.” She strolled over to him. “I like hard.” She ran her hand up his thigh, her fingers skimming over his cock.
“Do you?” He relaxed as she stroked him.
“You know I do.” She leaned closer, kissing his neck and inhaling.
If he had any idea what it was about his scent that turned her into a nymphomaniac, he’d bottle it and have some other guys see if it worked on other women. If it did, he’d mass produce that shit and sell it. He could charge any price and men would pay.
He grabbed her hand, stopping her from squeezing his dick. “Tonight, let’s eat first.”
“Later.” She kissed him, her tongue skimming across his lips.
He captured her face in his hands and took over the kiss, claiming her mouth as his. He turned, pushing her against the counter. Her hands went back to his pants, unbuttoning them. He was tempted to fuck her right there but then she’d disappear, and he wanted more than a quickie.
“Not yet.” He grabbed her wrists. “Later.” He lifted her, pulling her against his body and loving how round her belly was. That was his child, his and hers, and he was so fucking proud. Everything would be perfect once he convinced her that they belonged together. He walked to the table and put her down on the chair. “Food first.”
“Harker.” She grabbed the waistband of his pants. “We can eat later. I want you now.”
“Promise to have dinner with me and we can fuck first.” He cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips.
“No.” She pulled away from his hand. “You agreed that this is just sex between us.”
“It won’t kill you to eat a fucking meal with me.” He tried to keep his temper in check, but he’d had enough of this shit. “One meal.” He held up his finger. “One. That’s all. Thirty minutes of your time. That’s not too much to ask for the use of my dick.”
Her eyes widened. “So you don’t want to have sex anymore?”
“I’m not saying that.” He hated being this weak but fucking was the only time he had her. He couldn’t give it up. Plus, it was sex. “I’m just asking you to eat dinner with me. I know you hate eating alone.”
“I’ve gotten used to it.” She shrugged. “I play a video game or watch TV. It’s not that bad.”
“But you don’t have to get used to it.” He took her hand and sat on the chair next to hers. “We can eat together. It doesn’t have to mean anything.” But it would be another step closer to them being a couple again.
“I can’t.” She pulled her hand from his. “This is over between us. I don’t want any confusion about that. It’s not fair to you or to me.”
