Page 55 of Run, Little Bunny

“Where’s Cassy?” I ask, setting the tray on the picnic table in Jake’s backyard.

“No more Cassandra.”

I don’t know what to say. It’s not like they were serious.

“Anna,” Emily’s voice breaks the silence. “Sit next to me. I’d love to get to know the girl who has Chad acting like a fully formed adult.”

“Ha!” I laugh. I never really knew Emily growing up but am getting to know her through Nicholas. She’s great.

The girls chat for a while as I catch up with my friends.

“Another beer?” Jake asks.

“All set.”

“More wine, Anna?”

Anna flashes me a look.What’s she thinking?She stands, moving toward me.

“I’ll bring a bottle from the fridge after I go to the bathroom,” she says, standing behind me and turning my hat backward.

Little bunny!

Watching Anna walk inside, I can’t fumble this opportunity. She wants a quickie, and she’s getting one.

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Let’s see if Chad can pick up on what I’m putting down. I know I said he could signal he wants a quickie by turning his hat backward, but I want onerightnow. Glancing out the kitchen window, I smile, seeing him approach.

“Little bunny,” he whispers with an intensity burning in his eyes. “Quicker than quick.”

Chad squeezes my waist before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the kitchen. I nearly squeal in anticipation of the thrill. He sets me down in what looks like a guest bedroom and immediately wraps his hand around my neck, pinning me against the door.

“What’s got you so turned on?” he breathes into my ear and presses kiss after kiss on my neck. His hand stays firmly in place, while the other trails up my thigh.

“This life.”

“This life?”

“Yeah ... how perfect it feels.”

He grumbles, dipping his fingers beneath my underwear. I flinch at the touch as he wastes no time fingering me while also stimulating my clit.

“I thought you were going to fuck me against the wall,” I pant, loving the way he touches me.

“You’re the horny one. You need to come.”

“Need?”

“Yes. When we get home, we’re doing that scene you were telling me about.”

I love him.

Smiling as his lips tenderly kiss my neck and as his fingers do exactly what I want, I close my eyes, enjoying how this current fantasy is unfolding.

“Anna,” he says low, and I flick open my eyes. “You’re so fucking wet. I need to taste you.”

Eating me out in my landlord’s guest bedroom?“I don’t know.”

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