Page 32 of Take the Bait

Christ,this woman was killing him.

In the best way.

“Shall we?” He asked, moving from the doorway so she could come back to the living room. The alarm for the cookies went off right as they came back, so he got them out of the oven before getting situated on the couch.

Hanna grabbed a blanket and sat a few feet away from him.

He bit his lip, then turned to her, grabbed her, and tugged her closer to him before draping an arm around her.

A few minutes into the movie, he plated the cookies and brought them over to her.

She mindlessly grabbed one, took a bite, and moaned.

Tucker’s cock came to life.

“Holyfuck.Why is everything you make so good?” Hanna groaned, then gazed at Tucker. “Thank you.”

“No problem, shortcake.” He grabbed a cookie and shoved it into his mouth, the familiar taste of his homemade cookies melting on his tongue.

He watched as Hanna grabbed another cookie, moaning yet again as she shoved it into her mouth. Her tongue swept out over her lips before licking her fingers.

Tucker didn’t know what was happening in the movie.

Didn’t care, actually.

He was fuckingmesmerizedby her lips. Her tongue. Her little moans.

Moans that he wanted.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she looked up at him, eyes unblinking as her gaze dropped to his lips.

Fuck.

“I want to watch your movie,” Tucker said. “It’s only fair.”

“Fuck that,” Hanna said, tugging his mouth to meet hers in a scorching kiss.

He wasn’t a poetic man, but he could write sonnets about her mouth—about her fucking bubblegum tongue.

She whimpered as he tugged her on top of him, straddling his waist.

“God, Tucker,” she exhaled. “You feel?—”

“Like a fucking dream,” he finished, capturing her mouth again, dragging his fingers up her thighs.

“More,” she begged.

Such an easy request to give into.

Standing up, he grabbed the underside of her thighs before turning and laying her on the couch, studying the contours of her thighs before bringing a hand up to cup her pussy.

“Ahhhh,” she said, a breathless exclamation.

“I’ve barely even gotten started, shortcake,” he said, desire growing in him as his cock hardened. “Can I take these off?”

She nodded as his hands made quick work unzipping her jean shorts, finding a pink, lacy thong underneath. He brought his head to her center and inhaled.

“God, you smell fucking amazing,” he said against her. “I can’t wait to taste this pussy.”

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