Page 52 of A Taste of Chardonnay

“Bring it with you.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“I’ve never been clearer.”

“I absolutely will not eat in my bedroom.”

“Then you better shove that slice in your mouth before we get there.”

He moved toward the stairs. “What about the pizza that’s on the counter?”

“What about it?”

“It can’t stay there. We need to wrap it and put it in the refrigerator.”

“It can wait.”

“It’ll take me less than sixty seconds.” I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he had a death grip on me.

“Eat your pizza, baby. You’re going to need the sustenance.”

His words shot an excited jolt through my treacherous body, and once again, I submitted to Brady Noah.

After a night of sex and cold pizza, I managed to get a couple of hours of sleep. Char had gotten up before me, and when I heard the shower, I couldn’t stop myself from joining her. No matter how many times I had her, it was never enough.

She stepped into a lacy pair of pink panties that didn’t do much to cover her ass cheeks, revealing the perfect curve she got from her time doing Pilates.

“Not going bare today?”

“Not at work.”

“I’ll just have to rip them off of you later.”

“You are not ripping another pair of La Perla.”

“You have multiple pairs of those two-hundred-dollar pieces of fabric?”

“Yes, and don’t think I forgot you owe me a pair.”

“Why would you spend so much money on something no one sees?”

She shrugged, then slipped her arms into a matching bra that was probably just as expensive. “They make me feel sexy and confident. Just because I didn’t have someone to see them didn’t mean I didn’t want to feel those things.”

I snaked my hand around her waist, pulling her to me. “You are both things, with or without the expensive lingerie.”

“Thank you.” She lifted on her toes and kissed me. “But it’s still nice to get that confidence boost. No one might see them, but I see myself, and I like the way they make me feel.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“Good.”

I nuzzled her neck, and her hands slapped my chest with a shove.

“I am already running late. Keep that mouth of yours to yourself.”

A knock on the door downstairs had her eyes go wide. “Who the hell could that be?”

“I’ll get it.”

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