Page 112 of Just One Fake Date

“Not so fast after all,” she taunted and Ty pulled her closer. He lifted her then buried himself deep inside her in one thrust.

Shannyn gasped and made a little growl of satisfaction. “So thick,” she whispered. “So hard.” She rolled her hips and rocked a little so that Ty caught his breath.

She was so hot, so tight, so slick that he had to lean his forehead on her shoulder for a minute to catch his breath. His heart was thundering, but he wanted this to last a little longer. Shannyn kissed his ear, flicking her tongue against his ear lobe, setting him on fire with predictable ease. He bent to take one nipple in his mouth, suckling her as he began to move, loving how she wrapped her legs and arms around him and held tight.

She was gasping against him and he could feel that her clit was hard. He tipped her back and got his thumb between them, making sure he could tease her.

“You just want me to scream,” she accused breathlessly.

“Both times,” he agreed and brushed the edge of his ring against her.

“My tenants will hear,” she gasped.

“Good,” Ty said and she laughed, until he moved faster and she trembled with a need he shared. He moved faster and harder, teasing her, provoking her, loving how she writhed and shivered and provoked him back. By the time she shouted in her release, he was right behind her, burying himself inside her one last time with such force that the dishes rattled in the cupboards. And Shannyn laughed, holding him close as he shook with the power of his release, then pressing kisses against his shoulder.

Ty realized that no matter how many times he was with Shannyn, it would always be fresh and new. It would always be an experience to be savored, it would always be hot, and she would always surprise him somehow.

And he liked the promise of that just fine.

They didit slowly in the shower the second time, running the hot water tank dry, and Shannyn had to concede that slower was better. Tyler tormented her the second time, just as he had that first night, taking her to the brink of pleasure repeatedly before giving her a release. The tease made the orgasm so much more powerful that her knees were shaking as they dried off. She felt cherished and languid, and just too damn good to worry about future hazards.

“Do you think that tapas place is open on Sunday?” Tyler asked. He was picking up his suit and shaking it out. “Cute little sandwiches only go so far.”

Shannyn gave him a hanger, which made him glance her way in surprise. “You took me out last week,” she said. “It’s my turn.”

“And what does that mean?”

“That I’ll feed you to keep up your strength,” she said. “I’ll also prove to you that I can cook.”

“Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”

She found Tyler a pair of shorts and a chambray shirt of Aidan’s, then laughed at him so dressed down. He looked tousled and approachable, younger but every bit as sexy. He hung up his suit, then came to meet her in the kitchen in bare feet. No matter what he wore, he looked like a million bucks, and when he ran his hand up her back, she was ready to have him all over again.

“That smells amazing,” he said, dropping a kiss to the back of her neck.

“It’s just a quick dish, but the pasta is homemade.”

“Homemade pasta? Go on.”

Shannyn laughed at his surprise. “People do make pasta.”

“No one I know.”

“That chef does. I’ll bet on it.”

“You know what I mean.”

“It’s actually easy. You just need some patience.”

“Why bother?”

“You’ll see why I do in a few minutes. I promise.” She risked a glance his way, knowing how easy it would be to become used to having him around. As was so often the case, she ended up confessing too much to him. “I took all the cooking classes while I was waiting for eggs to ripen and all that stuff. I had nothing else to do.”

“Just like me right now. Give me a job. I’m easily trained.”

Shannyn laughed and got a bag of mixed greens from the fridge. “Make a salad?”

“That’s well within my capabilities.” Tyler set to work, washing the greens. Shannyn had set aside a big bowl and gave him a bottle of homemade dressing. When he was done, he set it on the table and lit the candles she’d already put out. She felt him looking around.

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