Page 41 of Her Trick His Treat

I splashed water on my face after I used the restroom and disposed of the condom and tissues I’d used to clean her up.

I needed to calm down. She hadn’t said anything yet.

So, maybe it was time I did. I had to tell Camryn how I felt. How much I wanted her, needed her, in my life.

I’d gotten so swept up in the excitement of it all. I’d been blinded by the thrill of being desired by this amazing woman. Drunk on the intoxicating chemistry between us.

But now, I was standing on the precipice of something that felt genuine, and I was paralyzed by the fear of inadequacy.

Everything we’d shared, every spark between us suddenly felt like a fragile thread, teetering on the edge of unraveling.

Self-doubt was a motherfucker, and I had to admit I rarely indulged.

I opened the door. Finished with the mind fuck I was currently battling.

I glanced at the bed, but Camryn was gone. I panicked for a moment, then stopped.

This was her place. She couldn’t have gone far.

I grabbed my sweats and slid them on, following the sounds of pots clattering about down the hall, to the kitchen.

My breath hitched in my throat as I watched her move around. She wasn’t doing anything profound. Just gathering eggs and butter and bread, dressed in an oversized t-shirt, but to me, it was like she was hanging the moon.

“Hungry?” I asked and frowned when she jumped and dropped an egg.

“Oh! You startled me,” she murmured, bending down to clean the mess I’d caused her to make.

“Sorry,” I said, my heart almost stopping when I saw her black cotton panties flash at me as she bent over.

“Um, let me do that,” I said, ignoring my cock, and taking the paper towels from her hands.

“Oh, um, thanks.”

She remained crouched at my side as I cleaned the egg off the floor, and when I looked at her, she was staring at me.

“S-sorry,” she said, her cheeks turning pink as she tucked her hair behind her ears and went to stand.

I cupped her cheek, stopping her before she could get away, and dropped the mess I was holding on the floor before tugging her to me and crushing her lips with mine.

“Tommy,” she moaned my name, and I cherished the sound, committing it to memory.

“I can’t stop kissing you,” I confessed, sitting on the tiled floor and dragging her over my lap.

Warmth from her pussy seeped through the cotton barriers between us and I groaned, flexing my hips and rubbing against her.

“I don’t want you to stop kissing me,” she replied, and I smiled against her mouth.

“Good, because I was just thinking,” I said, kissing her again, “We should make this official.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Taking a deep breath, I took a chance this beautiful, warm, sexy woman felt the same way I did.

“Last night was magical, Baby. It was everything I ever wanted, and today was even better. I don’t want it to end. I want to give this thing a chance,” I said, laying it all out for her.

“You mean you want to see me again? Like when? Tomorrow?” she asked, eyebrows high.

“Something like that,” I said, kissing her again and squeezing her tight against me.

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