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“I don’t know what kind of classes you were takin’, but whoever told you that was lying.” Wanting to help sober her up, and needing to stop thinking about her dancing, I moved on. “How about you eat something?”
“Like what?”
I glanced to my side and saw the shit I pulled from the refrigerator. “Here’s some dessert Ritz made.” I looked up to meet her eyes. “He’s a chef at a fancy-ass restaurant, so it’ll be good.”
“I don’t eat sugar.” She glanced at the dessert, and her gaze lingered before her eyes met mine again.
“Ever?” I doubted that was true. Who the fuck never ate sugar?
“No,” she admitted. “I was never allowed to have sugar. My mother said I better keep a nice figure because I’m plain.” She shrugged, but I could see the sadness creeping back into her eyes. “Plain Jane. That was my nickname growing up. Still kind of is, I guess.”
I didn’t think Jane would be admitting any of this shit to me if she wasn’t drunk, but I was glad she was. The fact that anyone could look at her and call her plain was ridiculous, and it pissed me off. It made me angrier knowing those words came from her own mother.
Moving away from her, I grabbed the dessert and a spoon from the drawer before I pulled one of the stools over and sat down.
Opening the container, I shoved the spoon in and lifted the creamy vanilla shit I’d eaten last night to her mouth. “Try it.”
She stared at it longingly for a moment, but then shook her head. “I can’t.”
I studied her closely. “This is the night for trying new things, right?”
She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly before nodding so I moved the spoon until it was right up against her bottom lip. “Then try it.”
I knew the exact moment her willpower was lost as she watched me because her shoulders dropped. She slowly opened her mouth, and I slid the spoon in. She closed her lips around the spoon and shut her eyes while I gently pulled it from her mouth. Dropping her head back, she sighed, and her throat moved while she swallowed slowly. My cock, already swollen from watching her dance, hardened and pressed against the zipper of my jeans.
She opened her eyes and smiled softly. “Wow, that’s amazing.”
“More?” I asked, but my voice was gruff.
She looked guiltily at the bowl beside us before nodding. I put more on the spoon and lifted it to her mouth. This time, she didn’t hesitate at all. She opened her mouth and licked the spoon clean, moaning when she swallowed. When her tongue darted out and she slowly licked her lip, I couldn’t look away. I wanted to taste the sweet dessert from her lips, but instead, I dug the spoon in, lifted it to my own lips, and took a bite.
I’d only just swallowed when she spoke. “I wanted that bite.”
I knew she was teasing because there was a slight smile on her lips, but I was way past the time to tease. She’d been teasing me all night and had no fucking idea that she was. “So get it.”
She didn’t hesitate, which surprised the hell out of me. Leaning forward, she dropped her lips to mine, licked my bottom one, and sighed, but I wasn’t in the mood to play. I wrapped my hand around the side of her neck, opened my mouth, and shoved my tongue against hers. She jerked in surprise, but then leaned into the kiss and opened her mouth. We kissed hungrily while I pulled her from the counter to my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her pussy against the hardness in my jeans.
I tore my lips from hers when the pressure on my cock took my breath away. “Fuck.”
But she wasn’t having it and crushed her lips to mine. “You taste so good.”
I pressed her harder against me, running my hand up and down her back until I could cup her ass. Using my other hand still against her neck, I tilted her head and deepened the kiss.
When a door slammed, we jerked apart and both turned to face the hallway just as Ritz began past the doorway with Rachel hanging over his shoulder.
“Hey!” I called out, and Ritz stopped before looking into the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Just getting her away from the feeding frenzy, brother.”
I completely understood that, considering I’d just done the same.
Rachel laughed and turned her head to see Jane. “Jane!” she yelled. “I’m not saying now.”
Jane laughed and dropped her head to my shoulder. “Me neither.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Ritz asked, but I could only shrug. They were both drunk and not making sense. The chances of them remembering any of this tomorrow was nil.
“I’m putting her in my room.”
