Page 126 of Rush of Jealousy

“Handsy?”

“Yeah. I want less people touching my pizza. And you know in those pizza places, they basically molest the dough,” I explain. “I’m just not in the mood for that type of hand job tonight.”

Graham’s eyes focus on me while stopped at a red light. I can tell he is trying his damnedest to figure me out. During our staring contest, I spontaneously come up with a fun game. I reach into my bag and find the lollipop I placed in there when I was rummaging through my nightstand. I pull off the wrapper and pop it into my mouth and suck hard. He is back to watching me out of his peripheral vision, and he mutters something under his breath.

I look up at him innocently as I pull out my strawberry-flavored candy. “What was that, Graham?”

“I called you a little fucking tease, that’s what,” he snaps.

“Is that so?” I lick all around the sphere shape and make sucking noises as I place it into my mouth. I poke the side of my cheeks, making them puff out. This is so much fun, and I inwardly kick myself for not doing this sooner.

He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not walking into the grocery store with a hard-on.”

“Then ya better start thinking of some nonflattering images so you can take care of your”—I point to his tent in his pants with my lollipop—“situation.”

“There’s going to be a situation,” he grinds out. “When I forgo this entire detour."

My bottom lip sticks out in a pout. “But I’m so craving the three for ten dollar pizzas.”

“I’m craving the taste of your pussy.”

I smile with the lollipop stick poking out of my mouth and stifle a giggle. A flash of his hand comes toward my face, and before I can move in time, the lollipop is pulled from my mouth and tossed out his rolled down window.

“Hey! That is littering!”

“It will biodegrade,” he says casually.

“Why did you do that?”

“I was doing as you suggested andhandlingthe situation.”

I look down at his crotch and lick my lips seductively. “How’s that working out for you, big boy?”

He shakes his head at me, and I can tell he is amused despite his stern demeanor. He pulls into Hank’s Market and helps me out of the car. My ass gets pinched hard and his hand lingers there. I yelp as he squeezes the other side.

“Let’s go get your damn cheap pizza, woman.”

He follows me inside, and I grab a small cart to push. I have never been here before but follow the clearly labeled aisle signs until I discover the candy aisle. Score. I push the cart to the pick-your-own display cases and rip off a plastic bag from the roll. Graham eyes me carefully but resists from commenting. By now he should understand my need for sugar. And my need for him to sometimes go with the flow.

Graham helps me hold the bag as I scoop in an obscene amount of gummies, caramel chews, nonpareils, and taffy. He watches me with amusement as I move about—doing my thang.

“Want anything for you?”

He points over to the display of huge rainbow lollipops. “Just one.”

I break out into a giant smile and pull a huge, coiled unicorn-like lollipop from the cardboard holder. I didn’t even notice them there.

I cock my hip. “This one better not go out the window.”

“How I choose to enjoy my candy is my business,” he responds passive-aggressively. But his grin tells me he is just trying to get a rise out of me. “Besides, I may even explore where this could”—his eyes settle in on my groin—“also fit.”

My eyes must bulge, because Graham’s satisfied expression says more than words ever could. Oh, he thinks he is so cute.

We move on to the freezer section, and I throw some of the lean meals that just take a few minutes to microwave into the cart.

“You don’t need to eat that type of low-quality food, Angela. You can order whatever you want and have it delivered to our place. Organic, vegan, farm-raised, whatever your heart desires. Whether I’m there or not.”

“But I like these quick meals that don’t take any thought. I don’t expect you to understand my peasant ways.”

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