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“They’re too late. You’re already in first.” I hugged him tighter. “But if you tell them that, I’ll say you’re a giant liar.”
“Where are we on you not making any moves on me through the night?”
“Somewhere between definitely happening and take me now.” I leaned back and kissed him, taking my time to soothe my raw emotions before deepening the kiss and losing myself in the heat that built between us.
Sam turned the TV off and eased me back on the couch. Kneeling in front of me, he lifted my blanket and hooked my underwear with his fingers. While pulling it down, he flashed me a hungry smile. “I’m just going to check on how you’re healing. With my mouth. A lot.”
I nodded too fast to play it cool. “Yes, please.”
Disappearing under my blanket, Sam growled loudly before settling his mouth over my sex. He set about proving once again that he made oral sex an art.
39
***Poppy***
Iranmyhandsander over the console table I’d just built and followed the lines of the piece happily. It’d been a little while since I’d built anything new and I’d missed it. I had noticed an empty spot in Sam’s living room and wanted to give him something special. The piece I’d built had a midcentury twist to it that I knew he’d love.
Between my sander and the air compressor Cyrus was using to power his drill, my yard was loud. Bogie had escaped to Sam’s to hang out with him while he worked. Bad Mood Banner had stalked off down the street after wagging his finger at me for several minutes, yelling something that I couldn’t hear.
I wasn’t feeling very kind toward the old fart. After finding out that he’d been using Sam to do all the work he didn’t want to do, I was actually feeling pretty volatile toward him. More volatile than typical even.
Something stung the back of my thigh and I jumped, startled at the feeling. When I turned around, Cyrus was twisting a shop towel in his hand to pop me again. His grin was mischievous as he stepped closer.
“Don’t you dare, Cyrus Collins.” I dropped my sander and backed away. “Hit me with that again and I’ll make you regret it.”
His eyes flashed. “Come on, PoJo. I’m waiting on a part to be delivered and I’m bored. Play with me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, you nut. I’m trying to work here!”
He paced toward me. “Same. Hard at work.”
“Cyrus, no!” I shouted and ran as he charged. Across the yard and up the stairs to my house, I flew inside and into the kitchen so I could put the island between us. He was right behind me. “I swear, Cyrus, I’ll kick your ass!”
He jumped over my island like it was a simple curb and grabbed me. I screamed and fought to get away but he easily overpowered me and put me on top of the counter. Without breaking a sweat, he wrapped the shop towel around my wrists and pinned them to my back. While I struggled, he stood between my thighs and watched my chest sway with my movements.
“This is emasculating.” I finally stopped struggling and just glared at him.
He laughed with his entire body and shook his head. “You’re not a man, babygirl.”
I shivered at that name and smirked. “Do you make a habit out of tying women up on their own kitchen counters?”
He shook his head. “Nope. Just you. I’m pretty good at it, though. Maybe I should do it more often.”
“I’m sure Sam or Jude would be willing to let you practice on them.” I giggled as he dragged me closer to the edge and his body. “Don’t let me fall!”
He pressed his lips to my throat and nipped me. “I should let you work. Did you know that when you bend over with that sander going, it makes your ass shake? It’s been torture to get anything done without watching you.”
I exposed more of my throat to his lips and teeth. “Do you think it’s any easier for me when you’re bending over and flexing your thighs all over the place? And do you own a shirt? I swear you’ve lost all your shirts. You’re flexing right now!”
He grinned. “Should we do something about these feelings?”
I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass. “We could. Definitely.”
“How’s your—” A horn blaring outside made Cyrus groan. “And there’s the part I’ve been waiting on. Shit.”
I groaned back at him and pushed him away. “Go. I want to finish that table anyway.”
The horn blared again and he blew out a rough breath. “I’m going to kick their ass.”
