Page 63 of Swinging for the Deep End

She’s a little breathless.

She bites her bottom lip.

My right thumb plays, teases, and then it turns serious as I curl it against her clit.

Piper’s hips thrust.

I have to ask one more time…

“What about this, sweetie?”

My hands then grab her curvy, cute ass, and I pull her toward me.

My tongue darts between her legs, tasting the sweet honey from the most stubborn, mean woman I’ve ever met.

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Piper

Okay, there’s an injured baseball player going down on me right now in my kitchen.

Sometimes in my life I need to simplify things to one sentence.

And that’s a heavy sentence right there.

Not to mention how hard it is to think and focus when Cutter’s tongue proves to be absolutely fucking amazing.

I’m leaning against the counter, my lower back arched, my legs spread, wanting more from Cutter.

His tongue is greedy. Very greedy!

He slaps his tongue between my legs. He swirls around, making a wet noise that causes my cheeks to flood a deep shade of red.

I mean, hey, being wet is a good thing, but still… hearing it…

His hands are huge too. He grabs and holds my ass with ease, fingertips even digging a little too close to a certain spot back there.

Cutter knows what he’s doing. He knows what to do.

I can’t do what I’m about to do… but it’s too late…

Cutter isn’t Hunter.

Fuck!

I cannot compare this semi one-night stand hookup to the father of my son.

No.

I can’t!

But I am.

Why?

Hunter treated it like a chore. I would have to ask for him to go down on me. And you want to know what his response always was?

‘When was the last time you showered?’

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