Page 31 of Take the Bait

And she just wasn’t sure she could wait that long for Tucker to taste her.

Not after a lifetime of never having her pussy licked.

Nerves pumped through her, and she felt like she could barely catch her breath.

“I’m, uh, gonna run to the bathroom,” she said quickly before booking it to the ensuite attached to her bedroom.

She wanted to splash water on her face, but it would ruin her makeup. So she took a deep breath, grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, and ran it along the back of her neck. Then, noticing the perfume sitting on the counter, she grabbed it and sprayed her neck, wrists, and between her thighs.

“Get your shit together, Hanna,” she said, pointing two fingers toward her eyes, her tone growing more serious with each word. “This hot chef came over to cook for you and watch your favorite movie. You’re going to calm your tits and let him eat you out, and then you’re going to give him the best damn blowjob of his life so he makes you more food.”

A throat cleared outside the bathroom door, and Hanna froze.

“Uh, Hanna? Cookies are in the oven.”

“C-coming,” she responded, her throat dry.

Could she melt into the floor and become one with the house?

Because that would be preferable to going back out there and facing the slutty-forearmed chef who just heard her giving herself a monumentally embarrassing pep talk in the mirror.

“Dear God,” she whispered, crossing herself. “I know it’s been a while, but to be honest, your fan base makes it really hard for me to get to church. And also, I’m still scarred from my first communion when the wine-slash-your-blood spilled all over me. Anyway, can you please do the rapture now so I can disappear? In exchange, I promise to donate my entire bank account to oneof your churches. But like, a good one. One with a pride flag out front.”

Tucker’s easygoing chuckle drifted through the door, and Hanna smacked a hand to her face.

“Not how the rapture works, shortcake.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

Tucker was addictedto the way she made him laugh just bybeing.

“Sounds like I have a lot to look forward to tonight,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, even though she had yet to come out of the bathroom. “Your favorite movie, the best blowjob of my life, and yet another embarrassing story.”

She flung the door open. “Another embarrassing story?”

He turned into the doorway, placing either hand on the sides and leaning toward her. “You’re not getting off that easy, shortcake. I want to know about your first communion.”

Her eyes drifted to his forearms and she bit her lips.

Tucker had never heard of “slutty forearms,” but if it worked for Hanna, he wasn’t about to change anything. In fact, he’d rolled his shirt sleeves up even higher when he was cleaning the dishes.

He was going to use everything in his arsenal to seduce this woman.

“So you heard all of it?”

“Right down to the blow job in exchange for more food. To which I’m amenable, by the way.”

She groaned. “Cool, okay, so I’m just going to go find a rock to crawl under now.”

“Please don’t,” Tucker said. “There are so many more fun things we could do. I still haven’t gotten my dessert.”

“The cookies?”

He looked at her meaningfully, growing addicted to the way her cheeks turned pink every time he indicated any sort of sexual interest in her.

“You still… you still want to…?”

“Eat you?” He felt a wolfish grin creep over his face. “More than anything.”

Her eyes flitted to his forearms, then back to his lips.

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