Page 69 of The Flirt

I stopped moving my hand on her clit and just pressed three fingers against it while I thrust inside her deep and fast. She tried to bury her face in the pillow when I said, “Let me hear you. I need it.”

She cried out my name the next second. Her previous orgasm had been strong, but this one was on a completely different level.

Scarlett cried out my name again and again. Her leg shot up in the air and then went completely soft. Her pussy was so damn tight and delicious that I gave in to my own needs. I finished right then with her, and it was completely glorious and intense. It took over my entire body.

Every cell was burning for this gorgeous woman who had barreled into my life when I least expected it.

Chapter Seventeen

Scarlett

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I felt completely boneless, but so happy. Oh so happy. Astonishingly, though, I wasn't sleepy. Lying on my back, I turned my head to look at Chad, and he surprised me by wiggling his eyebrows.

"Why do you look so full of yourself?" I teased.

"Let's see. Why do you think?" He leaned forward, planting a small kiss on my shoulder. I laughed, and he moved farther down to my boob. "It's already beckoning to me."

"Of course it is," I said. I arched my back when he sucked my nipple into his mouth, sighing contentedly as he went farther down. And then, to my dismay, my stomach rumbled.

He smiled against my belly and patted my leg, straightening up. "I need to feed you."

"I'm not even sure why I'm hungry. I’ve eaten a lot today."

"Let's take a shower." He took my hand, kissing the back of it. "And then I'll make you dinner."

"I can make something delicious," I offered, getting out of the bed.

"No. You’re on your feet the whole day at the restaurant. When you're with me, I’ll take care of you."

I didn't even know how to react. He was completely sincere, and the idea was so foreign to me. My whole life, I’d been the one who took care of everyone, even my parents. I'd been on kitchen duty for as long as I could remember.

He held me from behind, his arm around my waist as he guided me to the bathroom. The walk was a bit weird, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I didn't want him to let go.

"Oh wow," I exclaimed when we entered the bathroom. It was huge. There was a freestanding tub in one corner of the room with an actual overhead lamp above it. I could imagine lying there in the hot water with a good book. He also had a huge walk-in shower and a single sink.

"I call dibs on the tub!" I could spend every evening in here.

I shook myself to erase the thought. I was here for the night, that was it. No way was it appropriate to daydream about doing anything in this bathroom past tonight.

"Sure. I can fill it with water for you. You can relax while I cook."

I turned around, eyeing him intently. "Are you serious? I can help and chop stuff at least."

He covered my lips with one finger. "No.”

“I didn’t work today.”

“Scarlett, why are you so determined to not relax?"

"I don't really know how," I confessed.

He walked to the tub, turning on the hot water. "What's that mean?"

I folded my arms over my chest, feeling oddly uncomfortable having a conversation while naked.

"When I was a kid, my parents worked a lot, and I think I started to cook when I was around eight. Then I took over all of the cooking duties."

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