Page 66 of The Bartender's Baby

“No notes?” he asked, earning a laugh.

And I could admit a tiny claw of jealousy picked at the soft space between my ribs thatIdidn’t make her laugh. Someone else did. That wasmyjob.

“No notes,” she affirmed.

“So easy to please,” Collin joked, lascivious grin in place.

“All right. Enough hitting on my woman.” I handed him the plates. “Go get our desserts.”

He leaned down to stage-whisper to her, “He’s always so pushy.”

“You’re telling me.”

Once Collin was back in the kitchen, I curled my hand around Tabby’s chair, pulling it right up against mine. “You better watch it, princess. I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.”

She deliberately licked her bottom lip. “Promise?”

I huffed, draping my arm around the back of her chair, before calling out toward the kitchen. “What’s taking so long? We gotta wrap this up.”

“It’s literally been thirty seconds.” She giggled.

Mission accomplished.

By the time Collin returned, I’d already decided which position I wanted to try. Actual penetration was getting more difficult with her bump, but Reddit was my friend, and I found a lot of good info on there. Unfortunately, Tabby wasn’t up for it every morning anymore, but I was ready and willing whenever she needed me. And if the placement of her hand on my thigh meant what I thought it did, I was ready to get the fuck out of here.

“All right,” Collin said, marching back out with three ramekins. “We’ve got crème brûlée with fresh berries and ashortbread cookie. Chocolate lava cake accompanied by salted caramel ice cream and candied hazelnuts, and an upside-down caramelized apple tart served warm with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream and a drizzle of balsamic reduction.”

The responding moan Tabby let out had my dick going rock hard, and I really, truly could not care less about dessert, but I shoved it down my throat so we could get out of here quicker. Collin joined us, asking Tabby all kinds of questions about school, just to torture me like the son of a bitch he was.

After twenty minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tossed my thank-you over my shoulder and practically dragged Tabby out of there. I needed to get home. Needed to feel her skin against mine and hear those soft moans escape her lips.

At home, I quickly let Lucy out then tugged my lady upstairs, not bothering with the lights. The moonlight streaming in through the windows was enough. I pulled her into my arms, my mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss. She tasted like chocolate and caramel, and I couldn’t get enough.

I roamed my hands over all the curves and swells I loved, especially her breasts. God, they were so big and sensitive, and I spent a lot of time worshipping them after lifting her dress off her. She’d never been much for dresses, but she’d said she wasn’t comfortable in anything else lately.

I didn’t mind. Made for easy access.

Tabby tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper into the kiss, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to have her on her feet much longer, so I sank my fingers beneath her underwear, sliding two fingers over her clit. That first breathy gasp made my skin prick with goose bumps.

This woman wasmine.

Every laugh, every gasp, every smile, every damn flutter of her lashes was mine, and I would show her exactly why.

I traced my tongue down the line of her neck, curling my fingers into her until she groaned and trembled, her fingernails digging into my arms. “Oh, please,” she whined, already losing it, and I eased her back to the bed, sitting her down but never removing my hands from her. “Nate.”

“Yeah, princess?”

“I want to come.”

I sucked on her nipple. “So, come. Come all over my fingers. I’m not stopping you.”

She splayed back on a mound of pillows, and I took advantage of the new position, peeling her underwear down her legs with my free hand. Naked and beautiful, she shone like a goddess in the moonlight.

“Let go,” I rasped over her other nipple. “Let me hear you. Feel you. Come on.”

A few more strokes of my fingers inside her, and she finally fell, her inner muscles gripping my fingers tightly, and I didn’t waste time shedding my jeans and T-shirt. She reached for me, tracing the lines of my tattoos as I kicked off my boxer briefs to hover over her.

As much as I loved to admire and adore her body, she liked to take her time with me too. Something I wasn’t about to stop. So, I held myself up above her, steady and patient as she tickled and teased me with her fingers and tongue, sucking on a spot below my shoulder while playfully scratching at my nipples.

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