Page 59 of Foreplay on Words

“Mmmm...” he hummed as his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush with his naked body. This had to be the best way to wake up in the morning.

His lips started trailing across the back of my neck.

“You put that away, mister,” I scolded.

He laughed as he pressed his hips into me. “That’s not what you were saying yesterday.”

“Yesterday’s Chase didn’t feel like she’d been pounded.”

His whole body shook with laughter behind me as he nipped at my ear.

“Yeah, she did.” I loved how playful he’d gotten. But I definitely wasn’t focusing on the word I’d thought about him.

“You stop it. I’m calling a ban.”

He made a little noise of protest, and his hand started moving down my stomach.

“Quit it!” I whined.

“You like it,” he whispered in the ear he’d been nibbling on.

“Seriously,” I half moaned, half whimpered as I stopped the progress of his hand.

“I can make you feel good. I’ll be gentle.”

I knew he could, but my lady parts needed a break. I wasn’t a machine.

“Please stop,” I sighed. I wanted to, but I couldn’t keep up with him today.

“Mmm,” he groaned into my neck as he shifted his hips away from me.

Turning in his embrace, I snuggled against his chest. Leaving his arms was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew we needed to get up. The fridge was almost empty, and I had plans for him.

“Let’s shower,” I suggested, tracing my finger across his lips.

“Now you’re talking,” he grinned.

“Down, boy,” I teased as I felt him still hard under the sheets. This younger man thing was getting me in trouble. Despite the hiatus since his last partner, he’d built up some stamina.

He smiled at me before he leaned forward and kissed me. It started softly, but I soon found myself plunging my hands into his hair and opening my mouth to receive his tongue. My resolve was slipping, but I wanted to show him the surprise I’d been holding onto for a few days.

“Let’s get wet...” I teased.

He growled, “You are such a tease,” as he narrowed his eyes.

“I have a present for you. Let’s go.”

I rolled off the side of the bed and headed for the shower with a wink over my shoulder. I hated leaving him in the bed, but I’d need crutches at the rate we’d been going—or at least several ice packs.

“Alright, what’s this present you promised me?”

“Well, it’s pretty much a present for me, but it’s for you to wear.” I hoped that he’d indulge my sense of humor. I thought he’d enjoy it, but I wasn’t sure how he felt about a little experimentation. He’d been open to it so far, but being on the receiving end was different.

His eyes shot up to mine from his seat at the kitchen island. “Where did you get this from?”

I pulled the box from behind my back and slid it across the island to him.

“Amazon. Hmmm. So probably not leather chaps,” he mused, his lip twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. So far, so good.

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