Page 61 of The Last Time

Luckily, it passes the Brie test by the end, while I compliment her attempt at a horse. She’s three, so it doesn’t even look like an animal. Nonetheless, I try to make her feel special.

Once she’s in bed for the night, I’m lying on the couch, and my brain keeps drifting to Charlotte. After my talk with Josh today, I know I should pump the breaks on this thing.

And yet, even as I say that to myself, I’m scrolling through my phone and calling her.

“Hey, you,” her beautiful voice says through the speaker.

I smile instantly. “Hey, sexy. What are you doing?”

“Just took a shower. I did some more painting after work. My body is killing me. What about you?”

“I just got Brie in bed.”

“How was your day?”

“It was good. Made some stops at the job sites to make sure everything was running smoothly. Brie and I colored when we got home, then had some dinner together.”

A giggle rings through the phone. “I can’t pictureyoucoloring.”

“I’m an excellent colorer,” I say as I pretend to be offended.

“Is colorer even a word?”

I chuckle. “I don’t think so. That’s beside the point. My work is a hundred times better than Brie’s,” I joke.

She cracks up. “She’s three, Asher.”

How does she do this? Have me smiling on the phone like this?

Fuck it. I don’t care if it’s two nights in a row. I don’t care if it’s ten nights in a row. I want to see her.

“Do you, uh, have enough energy to drive over her again tonight?”

There’s a silence for a second. “I have energy to do more than just drive over there.”

A low growl releases from my lips. “Get over here now, babe.”

She laughs. “I’ll be there soon.”

When she shows up not even ten minutes later, I have her against the wall in my living room within the first five seconds that I close the door.

I kiss her long and slow, not wanting to rush anything tonight. I walk her backward, keeping my hands on her hips until we make it to my bedroom.

Then I pull her shirt over her head while she gets rid of her shorts.

She’s left in nothing but a red cotton bra and panty set. I lick my bottom lip while I let my eyes absorb her beauty.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I tell her.

She smiles softly at me. I grab my shirt from the neck and lift it off quickly, then start unbuttoning my jeans until I’m down to just my black boxer briefs.

Her eyes study my body unhurriedly. I stand still, letting her get her fill. It makes my dick even harder watching her admire me like this. She isn’t shy about it, which is so damn sexy.

Then she steps closer and gently runs her fingers along my pecs. I try to reign in my breathing, but I’ve already lost control. That’s the effect she has on me. I’m starting to think I’ve lost control of more than just my reaction to her touch, but I push that thought away.

“You are the beautiful one,” she whispers. “I have a confession to make.”

I stand still, wondering what it is she could want to admit right now. Worried it’s something that will ruin the moment.

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