Page 79 of Clap Back (Carter Brothers)

—Auden to Maven

AUDEN

I listened to her phone calls all afternoon.

The woman was an open book, taking every single one of them on speakerphone as she baked up a storm in my kitchen.

My house smelled like apple pie, and I’d gorged myself on so much food it wasn’t even funny.

The pool party had been fun.

But right now, with her dancing around my kitchen in panties and my t-shirt again, I was more than ready for more dessert. Only, the kind that wouldn’t make me gain twenty pounds if I ate it.

As she danced next to my chair, my socks making it easy for her to slide along the wood floor, I caught her around the hips and spun her toward me.

She came willingly, straddling the chair I was sitting in filling out new hire paperwork.

She smiled softly at me, then pressed pause on her watch.

The music that’d been filling my kitchen through the Bluetooth speakers in my ceiling died.

I eyed her mouth for all of two seconds before I kissed those plump lips.

The way she moaned and sank deeper into me was permission enough for me.

My hands went to her panties, sliding from the small of her back to come around and press against the heat of her.

She was wet already, and I grinned against her lips. “How long have you wanted this?”

“I’ve been dancing for you, Auden,” she breathed. “I don’t dance for just anybody.”

She moved, standing up between my splayed legs.

Eyes on me, she pushed her panties down to the ground at her feet.

Her shirt went next, and my breathing accelerated.

There was nothing about her that wasn’t perfect.

I liked that she had meat on her bones.

I liked that she enjoyed life, and it showed.

I loved that she had ample tits, round hips, and thighs that were made for my hands to hold.

Her eyes went to my sweats, where my cock was now straining behind the fabric, and she said, “Are you going to get rid of those, or should I?”

The thought of her pulling them down, being so close to my cock…

“You,” I suggested. “All you.”

She grinned and leaned forward.

I lifted my hips up when she reached for the waistband of my sweats.

“You knew what you were doing by sitting here in these sweats and nothing else, didn’t you?” she asked. “I’ve danced to these songs for a solid thirty minutes while you filled out all that paperwork. To answer your earlier question, yes, I’m wet. For you. I’ve done nothing but think about doing exactly this since I saw you in those short shorts at the pool this afternoon.”

I grinned at her. “They’re not really that short.”

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