Page 89 of Indiscretion

I wasn’t usually much for being told what to do, especially by a man I was sleeping with, but when Dawson did it, it was too sexy to annoy me. I padded over and stood in front of him. He bent for a quick peck on the lips, then turned to put the spatula down behind him. The way his torso twisted gave me my first good look at the tattoo that ran down the side of his rib cage.Bailey MMXII.I’d noticed the ink last night when he took his shirt off, but hadn’t been able to make out what it said. And since a minute later he was inside of me, I hadn’t given it another thought. But now the comment Emily had made in the bathroom made sense.

Dawson twisted back, and my eyes shifted to meet his.

He smiled. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good. I just met Sheldon in your room.”

He nodded. “He was hiding in the bathroom. It takes him a while to get comfortable around new people.”

“What time is it?”

“Eleven.”

My eyes widened. “Wow. I haven’t slept this late in forever.”

“You did a lot of exercise last night.”

“I thinkyoudid most of it. Speaking of exercise, did you go to the gym this morning?”

“No, why? Did you hear me go out? I ran to the store to get this gross-looking vegan bacon, but I thought I was quiet.”

There was a plate of cooked bacon on the side of the stove, wrapped in paper towels. I peeled back the covering and stole a piece, taking a bite before I responded. “Because your back is so muscular.”

“I work out every day except Sunday. The gym is too crowded then, too many germs.”

“So today is your day of rest?”

He winked. “Not when you’re here.”

I was sore and sated, but one wink and I started to get worked up. “Is that so?”

“I spent the last hour scoping out the kitchen for good places to fuck you. I have big plans for after I feed you.”

“Oh yeah? Care to let me in on them?”

He turned down the flame on the stovetop and pointed to the kitchen chair. “I debated bending you over the table and taking you from behind. But the table isn’t that heavy, so it’ll probably move around a lot when I pump into you.” He pivoted and motioned to the granite countertop. “I could put you up here, but I really want to enter you from behind since we didn’t do that yet.”

I thought he’d been teasing, but apparently not. I played along. “Sounds like you were hard at work planning. Did you come up with something that works for you?”

He grinned and walked over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair. “I’m going to sit here naked and you’re going to face away from me and rise up and down. That way I can see your ass and also watch my cock slip in and out.”

Oh my.That sounded good. Dawson took one look at my face, groaned, and turned to twist the knob on the stove. The flame petered out. “Fuck it. Breakfast can wait.”

He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the table. I laughed and let him take me, but when he pulled down his sweats and took a seat with a semi-hard erection already, the humor disappeared, along with my shame. I licked my lips.

Dawson stroked his length up and down. “Are you sore?”

I was half-tempted to lie because I was afraid he might stop what he was doing. The sight of Dawson touching himself caused an ache of need deep inside me. “Just a little.”

He grabbed a brown paper bag I hadn’t noticed on the table. When he pulled a jar out, my jaw almost fell to the floor. “Where did you get that?”

“Drugstore. I went out for it this morning in case you were sore.”

Dawson had somehow found the same coconut oil I’d rubbed all over myself before our date last night. “That is so sweet.”

His smile was crooked. “Not all sweet. I also plan to rub it all over your body and lick it off. It’s freaking delicious.”

I laughed as Dawson opened the jar and scooped out a heaping mound of the thick oil. He tugged the sheet from my body and positioned me to straddle him facing away. The smell of coconut permeated the air around us as he rubbed the salve between my legs before slipping one finger inside. My head lolled back, and before long I was panting.

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