Page 31 of Cupid's Shot

“I understand why.” I laugh. “Your ass is, like, the perfect muscle.”

He smiles, then rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve never given out my number in the bar … before you.”

“Sure,” I sass.

“You’re the only one … I’m breaking all my rules with you.”

I nod, taking a bite of my steak, feeling so full of the good kind of butterflies and from dinner.

“If we were together,” I flirt. “I wouldn’t be jealous because I would know that you’re coming home to me … and I know you would be telling all of them to check out Main Street Makers Studio too.”

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“I’ll be your biggest promoter.” I smile, happy she’s cool with the part of my job that affords me my lifestyle.

Sarah Anderson could be my girlfriend if this night keeps going at its current pace. Now that would be something, having our anniversary be Valentine’s Day.

“So, dessert. It’s your time to shine, Sarah.”

“Are you opposed to eating in the living room?”

“I am not,” I say, clearing the table.

“Good.” She stands. “Don’t open the fridge.”

“You’re really building this up.”

“Go sit in the living room.”

I bite my lip, holding back from calling her bossy for a change. Sitting on the couch, my leg is bouncing up and down. This is that awkward transition from being respectful to mauling each other. I hope that’s what she wants right now.

Sarah enters with the tray of chocolate covered strawberries and something behind her back. I love that she is so excited about whatever this surprise is. She places whatever it is on the side of the couch so I can’t see and then puts the tray on the coffee table in front of me.

“Come here,” I say after picking up one of the strawberries. She sits next to me, and I hold it in front of her mouth. She bites it, intentionally sexy. “Mmm,” I hum. “That mouth.”

She giggles, shielding her mouth as she chews. I pull her hand down, crashing my lips into hers. Sarah makes a little noise, and I stop.

“I’m still chewing!”

“And?” I breathe, cupping my hands on her jaw and going back in to kiss her. I taste the chocolate, the tartness of the berry, and the wine. I want to … I need to know what she tastes like.

Pulling her on top of me, her short dress barely covers her ass, and I see a glimpse of pink underwear. “You look so fucking sexy in this dress,” I breathe, running my hands up and down her legs.

“I should take my boots off,” she softly says, straddling me.

I shake my head, grabbing the bottom of the dress. Slowly lifting it above her hips, I watch as she smiles, and I take that as a signal to take it all the way off.

“Fuck,” I growl, seeing the matching pink bra and pantie set. Squeezing her hips, I rock them back and forth on me. “My Valentine,” I breathe before kissing her chest and trailing my hands up her back.

“My surprise,” she pants as my lips make their way to her neck. She leans over but can’t reach the side of the couch. “Hold please.” She giggles, dismounting from me.

“Whipped cream. What’s that for?”

“Depends how creative you are,” she says, grabbing another chocolate covered strawberry and putting it to my lips.

“I have ideas,” I say, before biting down. Holding eye contact with her, I grab the can from her, setting it next to me. “Get back here.” I pull her back on top of me, kissing her collarbone, then the strap of her bra. She pulls my sweater off, and I toss it across the room.

“I’ve been thinking about licking these since the bar,” she says, running her fingers down my abs.

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