Page 91 of Forbidden You

“Funny.”

“I’m not freaking out. I just didn’t realize how big your obsession exactly is.” When I put my focus back on him, he’s wearing gray sweatpants and a white Ava McKay Foundation t-shirt, rubbing his wet hair dry with his towel.

“I know. But I agreed with myself that I’m never allowed more than this.”

“What do you mean?”

He moves closer, putting his hands on my waist. “For every new pair I buy, I need to donate another.”

“Donate?”

“To charity, goodwill, the homeless.”

My features show him a tortured look while my hands snake up to his arms.

It’s definitely going to be Wendy’s.

“Bodi, that’s so sweet.” He is so thoughtful about the world around him, always considerate of everyone, and it makes his heart grow bigger and bigger in my mind. He’s beautiful in more ways than one, and my heart rate thunders every time I learn something new.

He doesn’t reply, but instead presses his lips against mine, his hands sliding into my hair. “You can’t be in here.”

His words hold a reprimanding tone, going back to hiswe can’t do thisattitude he seems adamant to keep. But I can feel how turned on he is when he pushes his palms underneath my shirt.

“I don’t see why not?”

“Because now I want to fuck you in my closet.”

“Now who’s blunt?” He lets out a grunt in reply. “What’s stopping you?”

He bites my lip, followed by his tongue licking my seam, an act that has my pussy fluttering in excitement. “Dinner.”

“Hmm, forget about that,” I push my tongue against his, sensual, slow,tempting. “Let’s order in.”

“No fucking way. Now I want to know what you made.”

I moan, deepening the kiss. “Mac and cheese.”

“Mac and cheese?” I don’t miss his little scrunch of disapproval.

“But! I pulled a recipe from the internet to make it a little more... well, I don’t know?”

“Tasteful?” he mocks.

“Well, yeah.”

“Aren’t you supposed to keep stirring that?”

“I’d rather keep stirring you.”

“That’s dessert.”

“I hate your amount of willpower.”

“I’ll make it up to you after dinner.”

“Fine!” I groan, then break loose, darting out of the room while he’s chuckling behind me.

When I reach the kitchen, I take the pan off the stove, stirring the sticky stuff to check it hasn’t burned to the bottom. Luckily, it’s still good, and I pull two plates from the cabinets.

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