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Without lifting her head, Grandma chastises, “Elias, get in here. That wall can hold itself up.” She mumbles something about a pretty-boy statue, and her words pull me from my erratic thoughts. “The table is not going to set itself, you know.”

Elias grins at me as he steps into the kitchen, and with Grandma watching us, he bends and gives me a tender kiss on the cheek. Grandma makes a contented sound, like she knows something I don’t. But she’s wrong about Elias, right?

Jeez, Grandma you’re killing me here.

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Elias

After a delicious breakfast of waffles, bacon and fruit, where Taylor and I did the dishes, and an amazing turkey dinner, where I ate too much, Taylor and I are back in the kitchen alone. Mom, Dad and Grandma have gone to the nursing home, bringing a plate of food to Grandma’s closest friend. Apparently, according to Grandma, the nursing home food isn’t edible, and Grandma is never to be placed in one.

I watch the sway of Taylor’s hips as she bends down to place a plate in the dishwasher, and my entire being warms. This morning when I walked in on her and Grandma, she was so real, open and honest. So unlike my ex, Cami—not that I ever brought her home. But honestly, it’s so hard to know who to trust. Look at what happened to Ash. His ex, a social media influencer, threw him under the bus to get more likes on her platform and build her followers. Jesus.

“Maybe we can swim later,” Taylor suggests, pulling my thoughts back. “I have never eaten so much in my entire life and I’m pretty sure I need to work it off.”

“Oh, and a swim is your first choice?”

She grins, as I step up to her, pushing against her back as she rinses a plate before putting it into the dishwasher. My cock thickens as I grind against her sweet ass and she moans. “Elias, we have to finish the dishes. What would your parents think if they came home to this mess and we were up in bed?”

“One, they’ll be gone for hours and two, who said anything about a bed?” I grip her hips and grind harder, and her moan of pleasure tells me she wants this as much as I do.

“I didn’t realize you still had my lip chap in your pocket,” she teases.

“Comedian now, are you?”

“I’m here all weekend,” she shoots back. “Actually, my lips are kind of dry. I probably could use a little moisture.”

Jesus.

I turn her around, and she grabs the side sprayer next to the kitchen faucet and holds it out. “What did I say about finishing the dishes?” She has a heated, playful gleam in her eyes.

“You going to cool me down, sweet girl?”

“You’re asking for it.”

“Baby, I’m asking if I can bend you over that kitchen table and put my tongue in you.”

“Oh God,” she moans and as a quiver goes through her, her fingers tighten around the spray and I jump back. “Oh, shoot.”

The sprayer falls from her hands, and it shoots wildly, soaking us both. I sputter and laugh as I try to grab for the damn thing but it’s coiling like a snake ready to strike again. I get it back but can’t turn it off.

“The button,” I sputter. “It’s stuck.” I aim the spray at the sink, and turn the tap off. When I spin around, and find Taylor wiping her face, her joyous laughing filling the room, I know I have to have her. Right now. Right here.

She backs up when I go silent, and she no doubt sees the need on my face. Her fingers grip the table behind her and I stalk toward her. My hands go around her back when I reach her and her gasp of pleasure is like a soft caress to my cock.

“You’re all wet,” I murmur, and lower my mouth, poising it inches from hers.

“You have no idea.”

“I might have some.”

She gulps and I inch back, wanting nothing more than to bend her over that table. “Flip,” I order. Her eyes go wide at my command and a second later, she turns from me, offering me her back. “Bend.”

She bends over the table and flattens her palms. “Like this?” she asks, the heat in her voice, the way she’s wiggling her ass, unleashing something primal in me.

“You want it, Taylor?”

“Do I want what?” she teases and wiggles her ass more. I give it a light slap and her gasp fills the room.