Page 69 of Desolation

“What?”

“Been fucked against glass as I watched the ocean waves roll in.”

I grin. “But you’ve been fucked against a balcony door before.”

She laughs. “Never.”

“Well I hope it lived up to your expectations.”

A glimmer hits her eyes and I think she is ready for more as she takes in my body. Her eyes roam from my shoulders, down my six-pack, her fingers caressing the V between my hip bones. My dick twitches at her touch but she drags her fingers up my chest to my neck. “It certainly did.”

I press my lips to hers before pulling away to dispose of the condom. I kick my pants off that are still around my ankles and head to the bathroom connected to my bedroom. I toss the used condom and throw on a pair of basketball shorts and grab clothes for her. I mean she could just slip hers back on but I like how she looks in mine.

When I come out of my bedroom she is in my kitchen, completely naked, grabbing oil and spices out of the cabinet. I stand and watch her. Her hips swinging as she looks around for things. She turns around and stares at me, meeting my gaze of appreciation.

“You know you have the perfect body.”

“With a little extra fat and stretch marks.”

I shake my head as I walk over to her. “I didn’t even notice.”

She rolls her eyes. “Right.”

She grabs for the clothes in my hand but I pull my arm back, holding the clothes over my head. “You aren’t going to cook me dinner naked?”

She jumps to reach for the clothes and I enjoy the show as her tits bounce. She sees the smirk on my face. “Oh, come on, Landon. You are such a boy.”

I laugh and pinch her nipples for the hell of it and suddenly I want her body all over again. I lower my arm and she rips the clothes from my hand and steps away.

“Cooking naked is always a bad idea.” She pulls my shirt over her head. “And I hope the food I brought is still in the hallway.”

Shit. I wasn’t even thinking about that when we came in. The only thing I was thinking about was making her come.

I jog the few steps down the hall, opening the door, thankful the bag is still sitting there.

I walk back into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter as she pulls her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head.

“You want to watch me cook or do you want to learn?”

I shake my head. “I would much rather watch you.”

“What about when I’m not here?”

The thought sends a jolt of sadness through me but I brush it off. “I make do just fine on sandwiches and take out.”

She raises a brow at me as she pulls food out of the bag. “You know one day that metabolism of yours is going to slow down. You might lose those abs.”

I lift my shirt up and rub my hands over the abs I work very hard for. “Not a chance.”

She guffaws and turns around to throw pre-cut vegetables into a pan.

“What are you making me?”

She peeks over her shoulder. “Stir-fry. You know lean proteins and veggies. For those abs.”

I laugh. “Glad to know you were thinking about them.”

She smiles and turns back to the stove, throwing a bag of rice into boiling water.

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