Page 103 of These Pucking Boys

I release his cock and turn, remembering the how-you-doin’ incident. “Is he going to start repeating that nonstop too?”

“Well, he’s a parrot.” He laughs.

“Fuck, Peaches,” the parrot repeats, making Ryan laugh harder.

I get up. “Don’t laugh. This is mortifying.”

Ryan walks to the kitchen counter and grabs something from my ingredient bag. He turns, holding a container of icing and smiling like a fiend. “I have an idea.”

My brows shoot to the heavens. “What? Kill the bird by feeding it icing?”

He shakes his head. “Tsk. No, I’m the one who’s in the mood for something sweet again.”

“Oh.”

His cock is still hard despite the interruption, and suddenly I want to lick icing from it. “Not here. Let’s go back to your apartment.”

“Too far.” He takes my hand and steers me into the master bedroom. “I’ve never been in Mrs. Carpenter’s room.”

“Thank fuck you haven’t.” I laugh.

He turns me around, bringing me flat against his body to kiss me deeply. I melt against his hard frame, loving how powerful and possessive he is. I consider myself a feminist, but in this moment, I don’t care about any of that.

Ryan steps back, his eyes burning with desire, then he removes his sling. “Time to get you out of these wet clothes.”

Unexpectedly, he yanks the sides apart, popping several buttons off. “Ryan!”

“Sorry, Peaches. I’m hungry.”

He kisses me hard, leaning forward till we both fall on the mattress. His mouth is ravenous, and his tongue is relentless, trailing a fiery path over my body, burning me, branding me. The same frenzy sweeps over me, and all I want is to rip off his clothes and feel his skin against mine. But I’m worried about his shoulder. Now that the sling is off, I have to be even more careful. Our clothes finally come off, and then Ryan’s cock is pressing against my clit.

I grab a fistful of his hair and yank it back, forcing him to look at me. “I need you now.”

“Do you have a condom, Peaches?”

I arch a brow. “You don’t have one in your pocket?”

He chuckles. “I wasn’t expecting to find you wet and ready for me.”

“Oh my God.” I laugh.

He kisses the crook of my neck, then whispers in my ear. “I love the sound of your laughter, beautiful.”

Goose bumps spread over my skin, and my heart pumps at breakneck speed, propelled by an insatiable craving. I’m already addicted to this man even though this is only our third time together. I’m addicted to all of them, like a sexually deprived deviant.

“Condoms are in the bathroom under the sink.”

Ryan jumps out of bed like a ninja, and while he’s getting a condom, I open the can of icing and scoop a dollop onto my fingers.

“You got into the icing without me?” He returns to the bed with the whole box of condoms.

“I couldn’t resist.” I smear some over his chest, then lick it off.

He groans. “Peaches...”

With icing coating my tongue, I kiss him hard. He grabs my ass, digging his fingers into my skin possessively. His erection presses against my belly, hard and smooth. Ryan matches my passion stroke for stroke before pulling back and gripping my wrist. He keeps his heated gaze glued to mine while he sucks my fingers into his mouth. I hold his stare, lost in his eyes. My heart is overflowing with emotion, and it isn’t only lust. Trying to stop what’s happening to me would be like trying to stop the tide. Impossible.

I reach for the box of condoms and take one out while maintaining eye contact.

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