Page 75 of Loathe at First Sight

“Still,” she says, reaching up to pet Ellie on the top of the head.

“This is Ellie.”

“Hi, Ellie,” Liz greets in a baby voice.

Ellie gets up in her face and gives a couple of small licks.

“I’m going to go grab some water. Do you want some?”

“Uh, sure. That sounds nice.”

“Just tell her to get down if she becomes too much.”

“I think we will be fine.” She gives the dog a kiss on her cheek.

I walk out of the room and head to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water out of the refrigerator. I try not to waste any time because I’d love to get back to the woman in my bed. I’m a little worried that she’ll be ready to jump ship by the time I return.

My phone rings from the table, though, and I see that it’s a local number, but I don’t have it saved. I consider not answering, but it may be a work thing. I still have a business to run.

I answer and hear that it’s Mrs. Sparks. She has a flat tire on the road leading into town. Most people around here are well-equipped to change their own tire, but Mrs. Sparks is nearing ninety.

Quickly, I call Dylan because he’s the one on call tonight. I make the conversation short and sweet—and don’t mention the fact that I was just balls-deep in his sister.

Then, with two bottles of water in hand, I head back to the bedroom. I hope Ellie isn’t being a pest. She always loves new people, but I worry a little how she will do with someone lying in my bed in her spot.

When I walk through the doorway, though, I realize I have nothing to worry about. Liz is curled up on one side of the bed, spooning Ellie who lies in the middle. Both of which are already fast asleep.

I set one bottle on the nightstand on Liz’s side of the bed and get back under the covers on my own side. Ellie opens her eyes to look at me for a second before giving up the fight and falling back asleep.

No more than a couple of hours ago, I was sitting in my office, trying to keep Liz Lawson off my mind. She was the one woman I told myself to stay as far away from as possible.

Now, she’s in my bed.

Maybe that fact should worry me, but it doesn’t.

Lately, every time I’ve thought about Liz, I have wondered if us fucking would help me to get her out of my head. Maybe I would be able to forget about her, knowing what I was missing out on.

But I’m pretty sure it had the opposite effect. Because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to be able to stop thinking about her now.

I wake the next morning to a face full of crazy curls. It takes a minute for me to figure out what’s going on.

Liz.

At some point during the night, Ellie must have gotten hot and moved to the foot of the bed. And Liz scooted over so her back was pressed against me.

It takes me no time at all to realize that I have a raging hard-on. That’s nothing new. Morning wood is pretty common for me, but there’s not usually anyone else around to notice it. I either go to the shower and take care of it, or if I’m running low on time, I just wait for it to go away on its own.

There’s not normally a woman with her ass pressing up against it.

Or at least there hasn’t been for quite some time.

I think about trying to sneak out of bed to try to get it under control before Liz notices, but when I feel her start to move, I think it’s too late.

When she pushes her ass back against my cock and gives a cute little shake, I know that it’s too late.

“What are you doing, princess?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she answers in a coy tone. “Just felt you poking me.”

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