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“Probably should eat something first,” I say.
Sean nods. “Works for me.”
At a loud squawk, he turns to Pippin, rumbling, “Hey there, little fluffball. I know. I missed you too.” Pippin responds with an excited flutter of his yellow feathers, and chirps a melody that sounds like a parakeet’s version of laughter. Clearly, he’s delighted by Sean’s attention and is reciprocating the affection. Little traitor.
While I set up the table and pour our drinks, they play. But as soon as I put some fresh-cut apples into his food tray, Pippin leaps from the excitement of playing with Sean to the sheer thrill of having a full belly.
In the meantime, we settle on the couch and dig into the pizza. Nothing beats a great slice after a hard day of work. It’s even better when you get to share that time with someone you care about. After taking a few bites, Sean leans back, impatiently pulling on his tie before he undoes a few buttons. Sure, he always carries a broody aura, but it’s rare for me to see him this distracted.
Whatever happened at work must have really gotten to him.
“So judging by how well things are going,” he begins, “and how quickly the staff has been able to pick up the new policies, I think it’s safe to say that this transition period is nearing its end,” he says, pausing to finish his slice. “I’ll be easing up my time at the hotel more and more and transitioning back to working at headquarters. It means that the decision is going to need to be made on whether or not you’re selling.”
It’s the first time we’ve broached the subject in a while.
“About that…” I begin.
He interrupts me, gently squeezing my knee. “It’s okay, you have a couple more days, I know. I’m not expecting any kind of answer right now. In fact, I don’t even want to talk about work.”
“You sure? You brought it up.”
“I know. I changed my mind. I just want to finish eating, crawl into bed, and do really naughty things to you.”
“You must have really missed me if that’s all you’ve been thinking about doing tonight.”
“Blame it on my neighbor for being the tastiest snack around, always game for whatever.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
Sean picks up the soda to top off my glass. “How far would you go?”
“What fun is it if I tell you? Wouldn’t it be better to show you?”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to put my glass down before he shifts me farther down the couch, out of Pippin’s line of sight, and kisses me, his hand cupping my cheek as he draws me closer. Heavens, he’s in rare form today. Not that he isn’t always enthusiastic and down for sex, but he’s rarely so insatiable that he can’t even wait for us to finish our meal. I manage to put the glass down without spilling it, and a second later, I find myself being pulled onto his lap.
I match his enthusiasm, my hands sliding into his partially open shirt in search of that muscled chest of his. There’s tension in his body that I’m not used to feeling, but it melts away when I slide my tongue past his lips. He buries his hand in my hair, clutching me tight. It’s like his mouth is hungry for mine, barely letting me breathe between kisses.
Time slips by while we lazily make out.
He’s clearly not in any rush to jump right to the good stuff and neither am I.
Honestly, I could sit here for hours doing nothing but this. If kissing Sean is all tonight is going to entail, I’m here for it. But I know he has plans, especially when he finally gets his hands inside my pants—or me out of them, rather. His palms skim along my thighs before he gives them an appreciative squeeze. Drawing back, I smirk down at him before placing a few pecks along his jaw.
“What’s the plan tonight?” I ask.
Sean hums, leaning his head back against the couch as he thinks. “You know the answer.”
“I think I vaguely remember you saying something about whipped cream and other dessert toppings.”
His eyes sparkle. “That I did.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I pause for a moment, doing a mental checklist on what I have in the kitchen. “Though you’ll probably have to go get some from your place because I don’t have any here.”
“You need to get groceries more often.”
“Why? Now that I have access to your fridge, there’s always food.”
Sean rolls his eyes, smiling as he squeezes my thighs one more time. “Fine. I’ll go grab a few things. Why don’t you change into something more comfortable?”
