Page 25 of Ho Ho Oh No

I’ll need to keep an eye on that so we don’t end up with a baker’s dozen kids.

“Who me? Getting frisky? Psh.” He shifts his voice into one of his accents. “You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Well, I’m the only one here.”

I click my tongue at him, fighting off a giggle. “Not your best work, babe.”

“Excuse me?” he whines in his regular voice.

“I call it like I see it, champ. You’ve done better De Niro impressions in your sleep.”

Barely suppressing a sexy growl, he digs his fingertips into my hips before working them around to my still sore low back muscles. “Well, sorry to disappoint. But I’m distracted by your sweet ass and even sweeter memories.”

“Any memories in particular?”

Another poke of his erection into my ass, which draws a wiggle from me. “Yeah. The first time I touched your gorgeous pussy was in a position like this.”

It takes a moment for my mind to shuffle back that far in time. When the memory hits me, a laugh bubbles up my chest. “That was the night all your brains were in your biceps.”

“Pass me my phone so I can call the cops. I need to report a murder. My ego has been killed in cold blood.”

I pull his face over my shoulder, like I did that night. “I can’t believe you thought I was crying in bed. Naked, no less. Damn, Sawyer. No brains at all.”

He draws in a huge breath while running his nose and lips over my neck. “Mock me if you will. But it worked out pretty well for you that night if memory serves.”

“And several nights after that.” A moan slips free from the swirl of his tongue over my pulse point. It turns into a whimper when he progresses to a little nibble. “I want to let my snarky monster play with you some more, but I’m getting needy.”

“Is your horny monster taking control, princess?”

Smart ass.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s recreate that night.”

I reach a hand under my waistband to tug down my stretchy pants. “How about a different ending this time?”

He joins me, helping with my bottoms, so I switch to stripping off my top.

“How do you want it to end this time?” he asks.

“With you naked and inside me.”

He removes the rest of my clothes, and then jumps out of bed to start on his own. “That sounds like a damn fine improvement.”

I roll over for a view of him stripping. But he’s already three-quarters of the way nude by the time I heft to my other side. Bummer. “Damn, babe. You’re moving fast. What’s the hurry?”

“I think you know damn well what the hurry is.” His eyes dance with mirth as he slides back into bed. “It’s between my legs and rock hard. Soon, it’ll be between your legs. Still rock hard. But first, I need to get you off like I did that night.”

My palms rise to cuphis cheeks, and I offer my lips to him. “Who am I to argue with a man with such a divine plan?”

Without reservation, he captures my mouth. As his tongue delves between my lips, my pussy clenches. He swallows all my needy moans, adding his own in the process.

Our hands move in a frenzy, groping and fondling each other like we’ve been apart for weeks. We haven’t. He’s with me every night. But that’s how we are sometimes. Ravenous for each other.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Turn over,” he murmurs against my lips.

Infusing heat into my tone, I toss back, “How do you ask?”

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