Page 23 of That Kiss

“I didn’t have a reason for wanting you to come by. I didn’t know you were stopping by, remember?” She has an impish grin on her lips.

“You know what I mean,” I say with a smirk, trying to get her to admit that she wants me too—just as badly.

“Well, again,” she smiles sweetly, “I have no reason to want you to visit or not, but I’m happy to see you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I should have known,” I mumble, picking up my glass of wine as she takes a seat across from me.

“Known what?”

“You’re one of those girls—the type that likes to play games.”

“No, Mr. Slade, you’re just one of those guys who isn’t used to being told no.”

I chuckle, the tension growing between us sending a pretty solid signal to my cock that my motivation for coming over tonight has officially changed. “And what if that was my intention, Juniper? What if I did come over here tonight to taste your sweet pussy again? Would you deny me?”

She nearly chokes trying to swallow the half-chewed piece of steak in her mouth. “Depends on if I’m in the mood or not.” It’s obvious she’s trying to play it cool, but I can practically see the nervous energy coursing through her.

“If you’re in the mood or not,” I repeat her words back to her, shaking my head. “And what would get you in the mood?”

“I dunno, maybe some effort—a little wining and dining.”

“Is this not wine?” I ask, holding up the glass. “And did I not only bring the dining, but cook it too?”

She narrows her gaze, her eyes squinting. “You know what your problem is?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re about to enlighten me.”

“You rely on the fact that you’re Decker Slade too much.” That makes me laugh. “You know that most women will gladly fall at your feet if given the chance, so that’s what you’ve come to expect. Just because you had me once doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed a second time.” She says the last part with just enough attitude that I know she’s being serious.

“And you know what your problem is?” I don’t actually let her answer. “You’re full of shit.”

“Rude.” She rolls her eyes.

“We both know that if I threw everything off this table right now and spread you out to devour you instead of this steak, you’d be the one dripping from my chin.” I lick a drop of steak juice from my thumb. “Wouldn’t you?”

Her cheeks redden and her eyes dart from mine when I wink at her. “I guess you’ll never know.”

I stare at her for several seconds, trying to figure out if she’s pushing me to make the first move, but I’m not getting that. “So that was it then?”

“I thought we shouldn’t do it, Deck. My daddy might find out.” She pooches out her bottom lip and goddamn if it doesn’t do things to me. I take the final bite of my steak and salad, placing my napkin down and scooting my chair away from the table a few inches.

“You’re a little brat, you know that?”

Juniper rolls her eyes again as she gathers both of our plates and stands up. “And you’re entitled.”

Just as she rounds the table to walk past me toward the kitchen sink, I grab her around the waist and pull her into my lap. I glide my hands down her arms to her full hands. “Sounds like we’re a match made in heaven then.” I take the plates from her. “Allow me.”

She releases the plates into my hands, her head turning slightly until her eyes are focused on mine. Her lips part and I feel her breathing pick up slightly when she glances at my lips.

“Juniper?” I say her name softly, my cock pulsing against her ass.

“Sorry!” She finally jumps from my lap, grabbing the wine glass and following me to the sink. “Thanks again for stopping by and bringing food. And cooking it,” she adds, smiling.

I can take a hint, and as much as I’d love to follow her upstairs and spend the night buried inside her, I know when I need to leave.

“Anytime. Thanks for hosting me. You sure you don’t want me to do the dishes?”

“That’s okay, the dishwasher’s got it.” She laughs and I take the moment to reach my hand out and cup her cheek. I don’t mean for it to be intimate, but it is. But just as quickly, I drop my hand and grab my hat and keys, walking back toward the door.

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