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He arched an eyebrow, a suave kind of smile crossing his features. “When I said I’m not into women, Cassidy, it didn’t mean that I didn’t fuck.”
I choked. “Did you just say, fucked?”
His features twisted. “Please, I’m not the innocent one here claiming celibacy.”
With mouth open, I popped my hip out. “I’ll have you know that I chose celibacy.”
“And how’s that working for you?”
“Three months strong,” I said, although my knees pinched together as I grazed another glance up and down him.
Amused he dipped his giant finger in the bowl of mixture and ever so slowly sucked, scraping with his teeth. I found it fascinating that he didn’t get any food stuck in that glorious beard. Wait, was I into full grown beards now? “That’s a shame,” he purred.
I melted, a fire blistering over my skin. The leggings and bralette were too suffocating, I needed them off.
He chuckled under my stunned expression, collecting a small amount of the batter again and plopping it on the end of my nose. “Don’t worry, snowflake, I’m not going to eat you up. It was a joke.”
I pretended to fall backwards. “And now he jokes?” All in attempt to slow my pattering heart and the roiling tension in the pit of my stomach. “Give him half a bottle of champagne and he turns into a dirty slut.”
“Did you just call me a slut?” Eric asked, leaning against the back of the island, arms folded over his chest. His muscles bulged with the movement; my gaze navigated the hair from chest and along the small line that followed below. “I’ve punished girls for calling me less.”
I poked my tongue inside my mouth, really liking this side of Eric. “Do the other girls like to be punished as well?”
A low growl escaped him as if in warning and it vibrated through me, creating an unfurling beat in my pussy. His gaze was intoxicating, consuming, and heated.
“You’re half my age,” he warned.
“I’m not. I’m sixteen years younger. And if you didn’t see me as a woman than you wouldn’t have been staring at my ass through my yoga pants all morning.” I harrumphed. And with all my strength, and libido going feral, I turned away and focused on the cookies again. “And besides I’m celibate and we’re just making cookies. Nothing to see here.”
“I never said I was interested, snowflake,” he remarked, draining his glass.
“No but your cock does,” I said with a satisfied grin and shamelessly stared at the bulge pushing against his gray sweatpants. “But in case you’re wondering, if I weren’t sworn to celibacy, I might’ve considered it,” I said, wiping the batter off my nose and popping it into my mouth, sucking on it in the same way he’d teased me. His glare was ruthless, his jaw tight. “I think it’s ready to put the chocolate in, Eric,” I said sweetly.
Chapter 14
Eric
The space had become too small—too comfortable, and yet riddled with tension. Cassidy’s proximity under a few drinks in was a dangerous mix. I was a man of discipline, but I wasn’t immune to a beautiful woman, especially in tight yoga pants and somehow, even the off-pitch singing to Spice Girls hadn’t deterred me.
“And now we just twist,” Cassidy instructed. Her long limbs were far nimbler than mine. She was sitting down in front of the fireplace and stretching her back into a twist. After a day filled with more card games, boozing, watching a movie, and eating the entire batch of cookies, I’d somehow ended up twisting like a pretzel in an attempt at yoga. And damn was it hard to look away when Cassidy asserted herself in some bizarre positions in those torturous tight pants.
I awkwardly twisted my spine, feeling as if something was going to pop any moment. She began to laugh.
“Why are you laughing,” I growled out. This whole thing was stupid. Yoga might’ve been her thing but a man my size wasn’t used to the “flow of the movements” as she’d put it. It was harder and more infuriating than any gym session I’d undertaken. And I’d much rather chop wood for hours than have to be subject to this torture.
“You just look so awkward,” Cassidy chuckled. “Here, like this.”
She stood up and moved behind me, pressing her hand to my lower back as she pulled back my shoulders. “Straighter.”
I did as she said, a great grievance falling over me. Why had I agreed to do this? Shadow watched us tiredly with his head nestled between his paws.
“If you hadn’t told me you worked in IT before I would’ve believed it now by this slouch of yours, shoulders back, Eric,” Cassidy lectured.
“I have a great posture,” I quickly defended. She began chuckling and I realized she was goading me. I blew out a sharp breath as I twisted to the other side. It was too easy. I bit at her taunts too easily, embarrassing myself in the process. “And it’s not like I’m hunched over the laptop all the time,” I found myself grumbling.
Her featherlight touch danced across my bare arms. It was a dangerous mix considering I still hadn’t put a shirt on and her every touch reminded me that I was a man and she was a woman—age difference be damned. My cock twitched.
“Now get on your knees and spread your thighs,” she instructed.
