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She smacks my ass. “Watch it, Boy Scout.” There’s a wicked gleam in her eye. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.”
I want to act up to see what Queeny’s punishment entails because something tells me it will be a sublime experience. I stiffen against her just thinking about it, but I know I don’t have time to fuck her properly, so I raise on my hands and knees and give her pretty pussy a wet kiss before I get off the bed. She squeals and giggles, watching intently as I strut naked around her bedroom looking for my clothes. At the approval in her eyes, I stand a little taller.
Finding my boxers, I throw her my t-shirt. She catches it in one hand and holds it up to her nose, taking a big inhale.
“What are you doing?”
I’m slayed when her cheeks flame. The woman who could wear out a bull in a rodeo fucking blushes at getting caught smelling my shirt.
She shrugs. “I like the way you smell.”
My dick twitches in appreciation. “Yeah? Feel free to sniff me anytime.” With a wink, I hightail it out of there before I pin her down and fuck her within an inch of her life.
Looking through the fridge, I make a mental note to stop for groceries tomorrow. There isn’t much here, but I can work with anything—it’s from living on my own and adhering to a strict budget. After a month of eating ramen noodles, I needed other nutrients, so I began experimenting and found out I’m actually pretty good at this cooking thing. However, grilled cheese and tomato soup is the best I can do with the limited ingredients I have.
Just as I’m plating the sandwiches, Queeny enters the kitchen, fiddling with the hem of her shirt and looking hesitant. Like she doesn’t know if she should sit or come to me.
Just seeing her in my clothes does something to my insides. With a throb in my chest, I make the decision for her. Turning off the soup, I stalk toward my beauty with one thing in mind—kissing the hell out of her … and then sliding back inside of her warmth. Okay, so maybe two things. With one arm around her back, the other reaches low to grip her ass, pinning her to me. It doesn’t escape my notice that she isn’t wearing underwear.
Her eyes are endless pools of desire and uncertainty. So I take her mouth and show her there’s nothing to be insecure about. I swallow the small, sexy sound she makes before her stomach decides to grumble, angry that it’s empty.
She smiles against my mouth. “Sorry, it smells really good in here.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna feed you actual food this time.” I give her what I hope is a panty-melting smile and usher her to the table.
She still seems a bit shy, and it’s turning me on as much as confident Mae does. Knowing how she is in everyday life, I’m sure not many besides Jay get to see this side of her. It tells me she trusts me with her vulnerability.
Placing our plates and bowls on the table, I sit next to her and watch her bite her lip. It’s maddening.
“What is it?” My voice is low and tender. I want her to know she can tell me anything.
“Are you—” She clears her throat. “I mean, was that okay? What I did?” She peeks at me from under her eyelashes.I brush her hair back so I can see her better. “No, I’m not okay.”
Her shoulders hunch, and I want to punch myself in the face. She needs reassurance and here I am, teasing her.
I lift her chin. “Mae, I’m fucking spectacular.”
A beatific grin spreads across her face. “Really? You liked it?”
I nod. “You mean the mind-altering orgasm you gave me or the life-changing sex? You’re incredible, baby. You ruined me for all other women.” I bite my tongue because I said too much, too soon.
Queeny swats at my shoulder. “Stop. I’m sure you’ve had better.” She rolls her gorgeous eyes, downplaying what just happened between us.
That won’t do at all. Burning her with my stare, I tell her the truth. “I’ve never had anyone like you before.”
“Oh.” It’s a small sound.
I chuckle at her surprise. “Yeah, ‘oh’.” Mae gives me a shy glimpse of her Mona Lisa smile. “Now, hurry and eat so I can bend you over this table and fuck you while you’re wearing my shirt looking like a walking wet dream.”
Picking up half her sandwich, I feed her. To my amazement, she lets me. We share her meal and mine. In between bites, I’m stealing kisses and touches while she steals my heart.
After we finish our late dinner, I make good on my promise. I’ll never see the kitchen the same again.
Oh, God.
Soft … wet … heat … slides over me.
Mmm. My favorite kind of dream.
