Page 12 of His Big Pipe

I look up at him, surprised by his honesty. “Jealous? I wouldn’t have guessed that. You always seem so…grumpy.”

He chuckles, a deep rumble that makes my heart skip a beat. “Yeah, I guess I do. It’s easier to be grumpy than to admit you’re lonely.”

“Hmm…I get that.”

We work in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft rustling of dough and filling.

“We’re not a bad team,” I say, admiring the neat row of dumplings we’ve made.

He scratches his jaw. “Kinda fun, too. You’re a good teacher.”

“Oh stop.” I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, as I drop the dumplings in the water to cook. Everything’s about ready to be served.

Sully’s eyes darken as he continues to watch me. “I like it when your cheeks turn pink,” he says, and he reaches over to stroke my face with the backs of his fingers.

My heart pounds in my chest as I look up at him. The kitchen suddenly feels even smaller, the air thick. Sully’s too shy to make any move. If he even wants to make a move. But I want to try.

I tilt forward, pressing up on my toes, and kiss his parted lips. They’re warm and firm against mine, and for a moment, I dwell in the way my body thrums.

He doesn’t move and I open my eyes to see his are closed.

Did I break him? Is he okay? Did he enjoy the kiss?

Then he comes to life, wrapping his arms around me.

“Talia…” he whispers. Well maybe more of a half-groan, half-growl. But it takes me right back to last night listening to Sully pleasure himself.

And then his mouth is on mine, his tongue sliding against my tongue. His hands rove over me and I shudder against his big, hard body. One specific area particularly hard.

He lifts me onto the edge of the counter, and I know I’m getting flour all over my ass. But I don’t care.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he presses me even tighter against him, his length is like a steel rod between us.

He groans so deeply as we explore each other's mouths with frantic need, then breaks to kiss down my neck. Sucking on the column of my throat, his growls vibrate straight through to my soaked pussy.

A loud knocking on the door breaks us apart.

Sully pulls me off the counter. “Shit.”

He looks frazzled and I start patting the flour off my pants.

Glancing down at the front of his jeans, his cock is still raging.

“I’ll go answer the door,” I say, when his grumpy expression returns. “You get that thing under control.” I joke, but he doesn’t even crack a smile.

CHAPTER 7

SULLY

“Thanks for having us over, Talia,” Nick says, lifting his glass in a toast at my dining table. “We’ve missed getting everyone together.”

“Yeah, it’s been too long,” Willa adds, grinning. “And this food looks amazing.”

Talia blushes at the compliments, waving them off with a modest smile. “I’m glad you’re all here. It’s nice to have a full house.”

I watch from my seat at the end of the table as Talia flits around, making sure everyone’s got what they need. She’s a natural hostess, her smile bright and infectious. I can’t take my eyes off her.

I can still taste her on my lips, the kiss lingering in my mind like a sweet, forbidden memory. She surprised me—kissing me like that. But I shouldn’t have given in. Now, it’ll be even harder for me to resist her, knowing how she feels against my body.

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