Page 36 of My Greatest Joy

I chuckle because he knows damn well I’m staying in the heated truck. “I’ll stay and keep Dasher company.”

He smiles, then quickly walks toward the building. Five minutes later, he returns with an extra-large box. I take it from him, not minding the warmth of it on my lap as we drive back.

Once we’re inside, I set the pizza on the counter, and Levi grabs us plates.

I put a few slices on mine and so does he.

“Mm,” I moan around a large bite. “This is so good.”

He nods. “Yeah, I’ve never tried this crust, but it’s not bad at all. They make great hot wings too. It’s the closest thing we have to fast food.”

Levi snags a fourth piece, and I grab another too. Dasher stays at my feet as if he’s hoping the cheese will slide off the top and land in front of him.

“Thanks again for showing me around today. It was fun learning about what you and your family do.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Showing you around is a welcomed distraction.”

“I’m looking forward to getting to know your mom and sister more. They seem sweet and down to earth.”

“They are. Most everyone is, though. We’re a community and look out for one another.”

I nod, seeing it as a small-town perk.

After we finish eating, he kicks off his boots, then sits on the couch. As he reaches for the remote, I speak up.

“Do you mind if I use your tub?”

“As if you need to ask. You basically live here,” he teases, flipping through the channels.

“Ha-ha. Well, figured I’d ask so you don’t barge in naked again.”

“I mean, I can make that happen for ya.”

Walking toward the stairs, I call over my shoulder, “No need. The image is still burned in my brain.”

He chuckles.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I draw the water and undress. Then I sink under the warmth and relish how good it feels.

With my eyes closed, I allow my imagination to wander as I envision Levi’s lips nibbling on my ear and neck. My hand slides between my thighs as my body begs for a release. When I touch my swollen bud, I moan in anticipation. My pussy clenches as I insert one finger inside. As much as I want his touch, I know I’m terrible at choosing men. The last thing I need is to get my heart broken again, which would be inevitable since we live thousands of miles apart. I can’t deny how things have changed between us since I first arrived.

I move back to my clit, which grows sensitive with each circle I make. I steady my pace, wishing his mouth and tongue were all over me as he breaks me with his huge cock. My erratic breathing fills the bathroom as I greedily race to the finish line.

“Fuck,” I murmur as I climb closer to the edge, wishing I could feel his hot breath between my thighs as he devours my pussy.Oh God. I want him to talk dirty to me in his rough, growly voice and wrap my hair tightly around his fist. A long moan echoes off the wall as I lose myself. As I come, I insert two fingers to ride out the wave.

Levi gets me so fucking worked up that I greedily want another. No man has ever captured my attention so quickly. I know we have nothing in common, but they say opposites attract. There’s something sexy about the way he looks at me—as if he wants to trace every inch of my skin with his tongue and teeth. It makes me wonder if our chemistry would ever be enough for something more. He hasn’t even kissed me, and my skin burns whenever he touches me.

I move back to my clit, teasing myself for this one. With my free hand, I pinch my nipple and tug on it, enjoying the pain mixed with pleasure. I almost wish he knew what he does to me and how wild he drives me. I groan, feeling the build come alive once again. I slide deeper into the tub, spreading my legs wider as I finger fuck myself to oblivion. My breasts rise and fall as I nearly gasp out his name in satisfaction.

I lie in the water, staring at the ceiling until it fades from hot to warm. A part of me wants to know what he’s like in bed—a bad boy with a dirty mouth or a delicate lover who’s passionate and sweet. If I got to choose, I’d want a perfect mixture of both. A man who will fuck me until I’m sore, who enjoys me choking on his cock but isn’t afraid to stare into my eyes and admit how much he loves me.

I almost laugh because what are the odds that man exists?

However, I think with Levi’s experience, he’d be the one to teach me a thing or two. Unfortunately, I’m too stubborn to admit I’m attracted to the man who loves Christmas as much as I hate it.

Apparently, he’s as much a chickenshit as I am. His thick erection while I sleep next to him tells me hereallylikes me near him.

When the water turns cold, I climb out and wrap a towel around me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and study my naked body. My shitty ex made me feel disposable, as if I’d never be good enough. Levi, on the other hand, looks at me like I’ll disappear if he blinks. Sometimes I catch him staring, and he makes me feel sexy.

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