All Fired Up With Nowhere To Go
Dinner was immensely satisfying.
I killed time with a brainless drama while he did the dishes.
Then we went upstairs.
I clung to his body and traced the outline of his abs with a finger.
His stomach was still flat.
Where did all the food go?
‘Just ask whatever it is you want to ask. Stop torturing yourself.’
He read my mind once again.
‘How do you know I have a question?’
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at his flawless face.
He tapped my forehead with a knuckle. ‘I can practically see the cogs turning in there.’
‘You have sharp eyes.’
‘And fast swimmers.’ He smirked and drew circles on my belly.
‘Stop it.’ I punched him in the arm.
His smile grew wider.
‘You know, most women flirt with their eyes, not their fists.’
‘I wasn’t flirting with you!’
‘Sure, sure.’
He rolled over, trapped me between his arms and gave me a long, amorous kiss.
I was panting when he pulled back.
He used just his tongue and got me all hot and bothered.
I hooked both arms around his neck and drew him i
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