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He nods, “Some things are better done at home.”

“I mean, don’t knock it till you try it. Unless you’re scared of people seeing you naked?” I smirk, “Hate to be the one to break it to you, but Nico has probably checked you out in the changeroom. Wes too, for that matter.”

Cody rolls his eyes, “Very funny. It’s not about the public indecency.”

“Oh?”

Cody leans back against his seat, the fire in his eyes doing wonders for my frozen lady bits.

“When we get naked, I want toseeyou naked. I want you spread out beneath me so I can take my time discovering every one of your hidden fantasies.” He licks his lips and I feel it right between my legs.

“Guess I’d rather let the anticipation build so I can eat you properly, like a main course, rather than scarf down an appetizer somewhere convenient.”

I blink, suddenly feeling the need to wind down a window.

Cody shrugs, “Anyways, that's just my opinion on the subject. Are we ready to go now?”

I stare at him, making no move to put the car in drive.

“What?” He feigns innocence, knowing damn well the visuals stuck in my head right now could classify me as a distracted driver.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?”

I narrow my eyes, “You know what.”

Cody chuckles, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek.

“Hurry up and get us home. I’m getting hungry.”

Chapter 24

Cody

Stella attacks me the second we step through the door.

Her lean body latches onto mine, her strong legs wrapping tightly around my waist as we go stumbling through my dark living room. She starts kissing my neck as I flick on the lights, her tongue and breathless whispers making it difficult to ignore the growing bulge in my jeans.

I set Stella down on the kitchen counter and her cries of protest make me laugh.

“Don’t tell me you are actually hungry.”

I give nothing away as I take a step back and open the drawer below. She groans, laying back on my counter and making her shirt ride up in the process.

“You just ruined your own metaphor.”

I grin, turning on the tap beside her and running a cloth beneath the hot water.

“Did you like being called my main course?”

She huffs, coming up to sit on her elbows, “I did before we made this little detour. You had me wet and ready.”

I rinse out the cloth before bringing it to her stomach, “You should have more faith in me, O’Brien. Have I ever let you down before?”

She watches me closely as I rub the paint residue from her skin. My trek is slow but sure, carefully wiping away neon streaks with the precision of a surgeon. Her back arches as my meticulous cleaning goes further north, the angry juts of her nipples screaming at me from beneath black material.

Hooking a finger under the flimsy top, I tug it up and over her head, leaving Stella sitting half-naked on my kitchen counter.

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