Page 122 of Set Me On Fire

“Kitchen?” Charlie pulled back to smile down at me, both of us gasping to catch our breath. “Kinky.”

That didn’t stop him from picking me up and carrying me through. A light was flicked on, and I was stunned that he could hold me with one arm while he did so, but before I could say anything, I was placed onto the kitchen counter as he stepped between my legs.

“Benches are clean enough to eat off,” he told me in a husky voice before moving forward and kissing me. “Floor swept clean. No debris left to attract cockroaches.”

“Pest control is always an important quality in a partner,” I said, leaning forward for another kiss.

“Partner?” For a moment I thought I’d mis-stepped. His eyes stared into mine, but that wicked smile was there seconds later. “Is that what I am? I like the sound of partner, but husband…”

Charlie was about to go back to kissing me and my lips, my body wanted that really, really badly. He had to go and say the H word, though, didn’t he?

“Husband?”

I winced as I repeated the word. It felt like it had a weight to it, a seriousness that didn’t fit with where we were now, which was ridiculous. Mum and Dad had been forced to have a shotgun wedding with little other than a summer fling under their belt and they’d made it work.

But Mum only had one summer lover, not three.

I moved slowly, tracing the sharp line of Charlie’s jaw down to the curve of his lips. He moved, pressing a gentle kiss to my palm, watching me the whole time. I sucked in a breath, dismissing the mental images that had risen at the sound of that word. Of me in an ivory dress looking freaking amazing as our families clustered around us to witness something magical. A strange kind of alchemy where two people, two families, melded into one. Like a lot of little girls, I’d dreamed of just that. We put aside childish things when we grew up, I realised, and that’s what I had to do now.

“Millie—”

I couldn’t bear apologies or explanations, promises that I’d have my special day. We were committed to working out a way to co-parent, to be together, and right now, that’d be enough. I knew plenty of women with rings on their fingers who were married to inveterate man-children. A quick glance around the brightly lit kitchen told me that I would be spared that fate, even if it took notifications going off over and over. My fingers movedof their own accord, tracing the shape of his mouth, then sliding down.

There was a special kind of pleasure that came from undressing a gorgeous guy. Each one of the potential daddies was hot, but Charlie was just so damn perfect. My fingers struggled to send the sensory information back to my brain, to register that I was touching a body that looked like an ancient Greek statue. The warmth of his skin, the satin feeling of it was the only thing that convinced me he was flesh and blood.

“My turn now,” he said when I reached for his belt. He pushed my hands gently aside and then took over.

It was then I realised that the harsh fluorescent lights did not do me the same favours as him. I went to stop him, or at least see if we could take it to the bedroom. His ability to keep a house clean had been established. He’d passed that test, and I wanted to be in a better setting for the next stage, something I told him.

“Want to see you.” He murmured that against my neck as he kissed me really distractingly, his fingers making quick work of my blouse buttons. “Want to sear it in my brain so that if you…” I kissed him full on the mouth, silencing him for a second, but he sucked my bottom lip before pulling free. “If you kick me to the curb tomorrow after meeting the monsters that are my nephews, I’ll still have this.”

I should’ve shrank back, but the look of reverence in his eyes stopped me. They rolled up to meet mine and then he smiled.

“I was too drunk last time to remember all of it. Just little fragments that made my dick ache.” His lips pursed. “And my heart. Feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for so damn long.”

“So don’t wait.”

Insecurities and comparisons couldn’t co-exist in this room, not with the desire that filled it. He was just Charlie, I was justMillie, and right now, we had to know whether this little spark was going to catch alight and burn the two of us whole.

Or fizzle out and turn to ash.

I slid down from the counter, my hands making short work of his belt and pants fastenings. My knees hit the ground as my hand wrapped around the base of him. That banana bend, I forgot about that. It was like his dick was arching up, demanding a kiss, so I gave the head one.

“Fuck…” His hands slapped down onto the counter. “I should say stop, don’t, but I can’t find it in myself to do it. Bloody hell, that feels so damn good.” His hand went to the back of my head, stroking my hair as I began to bob. A little too deep and I was spluttering. “Don’t force it. That’s it. Good girl.”

He moved in time with my strokes, slow and ponderous, as if he wanted to enjoy every damn second of this, but before too long, he was wrenching away. The sheepish man of before was replaced by a god with an angry red dick.

“I was already on edge when you walked into the pub. No, when I saw you in the car park this morning. Always hard, always aching around you.” His head tilted to one side as he stared down at me, smoothing away the tears at the corner of my eyes with his thumb. “Have pity on me, Millie. Let me bury my face in that wet little cunt.”

How could I say no to that? I nodded sharply and then he picked me up bodily, slinging me over his shoulder, one hand holding me in place, the other roaming across my arse, and that’s when everything got blurry.

The dark room that smelled of him, clean, male and spicy, combined with laundry soap and sun. Soft bed, messy covers, and my clothes joined the tangles seconds later, his dumped to the floor. Charlie rose above me, so perfectly naked, his hand going to his cock and giving it a long, twisting stroke as he stared.

“If you knew the things I thought of doing to you,” he said in a low growl. “Walking around the bloody office, looking like the sweetest thing and me left dying for a taste. I’ve run out of depressing, shitty things to think about to try and keep my boner down, instead developing a weird kink for nuns in full habit.”

“This your way of saying you want to do some role playing?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“This is me telling you I want you to spread those cute little thighs and show me what I’ve been missing all week.”

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