Page 52 of Bound

“Like I did with my freakout and sprint to the bathroom?”

My grin is wolfish. “Minus the freakout, I very much liked making out with you in the bathroom. Especially because you agreed to act out those fantasies you have about me.”

Her eyebrows fly up, cheeks flaring bright. “Excuse me?”

My phone cuts off, and I lean across the table, brushing my knuckles along the column of her throat…right as my phone starts up again.

Claire hears it, and she captures my hand, presses a kiss to my palm that has my cock twitching. “Answer it,” she orders softly. “I’ll just be here with my lemon cake.”

One of the many desserts Kurt brought out.

Asshole’s clearly trying to impress my girl.

The thought gives me pause—like wanting to plot the murder of an old friend— but Claire’s reaching for her fork and scooping up a bite of cake, her soft moan wrapping its fingers around my cock and distracting me from the murderous thoughts.

Lucky bastard.

Saved by a moan.

“Honey?”

I blink, tearing my gaze from her lush mouth, the tip of that pink tongue flicking out to capture a bit of icing. I want it tracing along the head of my cock, dragging lower, over my balls. I want?—

“Honey, are you there?”

This time the question is loud enough that I realize I’ve somehow answered on speaker.

Claire looks up, eyebrows dragged together, concern on her face. “You okay?” she mouths.

I was just thinking about you sucking my dick, no big deal.

“I’m here, Mom,” I say before that little nugget slips out and I both scar my mother and send Claire running out of the kitchen a second time.

Though…

She picks up the fork again, brings it to her mouth?—

A hint of wicked in her eyes as she dips it inside, as she allows her lips to drag along the tines, capturing the thick, white frosting and swallowing it with a soft moan.

I’m hard.

I’ve been in a perpetual state of arousal from the moment I first saw Claire, and it hasn’t eased over the years. And after having tasted her, touched her, learned more about her, peeled back the layers to get to know the wonderful woman beneath…that’s only grown.

Until I want to fuck her here on the table or back in that bathroom.

But…control.

Slow and steady, showing her how fucking great she is.

Not taking advantage of a virgin because my dick is hard.

“…and then your dad said?—”

I shake myself, not missing the sly little smile Claire sends me, not missing that the tiny smirk tells me far more than anything else today. She’s getting more confident, more comfortable.

This is working.

I tamp down on my arousal, focus in on my mom—and apparently the story of their neighbor ripping down one of their exterior cameras. Because pRiVaCy! Even though it wasn’t pointing at their neighbor’s property but instead down into the back yard so they could keep an eye on Fluffy, my parents’ elderly pooch.

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