Page 313 of Filthy Elites

I’m glad she doesn’t because if she knew how complicated things were with him, she might not accept his help. Since he’s here kissing me and cooking with me and meeting my mom like a normal boyfriend, she has no reason to suspect otherwise.

Although I don’t think Dare will take up cooking as a hobby anytime soon, he proves quite an adept pupil. We finish up our light dinner and eat at the table while Mom and Dare get better acquainted.

She embarrasses me telling him I hadn’t told her I was seeing anyone, but she could tell by the big grin on my face every time I would get a text from him.

Dare grins at me across the table. “Aw, mermaid. Do I make you smile?”

When you don’t make me cry.

But I don’t say that. My face heats and Mom laughs, and honestly, it’s a great time. I didn’t really expect Dare to be good with parents, but by the time he stands and clears the plates for us, I can tell Mom is fully charmed.

“You sure you don’t need help?” I ask him.

“Nah,” he says, grabbing my plate and stacking it on top of his and Mom’s. “I’ve got it.”

As soon as he’s out of the room, Mom reaches across the table and puts her hand over mine. “I love him.”

I crack a smile. “I’m pretty fond of him, myself.”

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We visitsome more and enjoy dessert while Dare dazzles Mom with his life experiences and future plans.

I ask if they want to watch a movie before he leaves, but Mom decides she’s going to head to bed a little early and give us time to ourselves.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

I’m on the couch with Dare, his arms wrapped around me.

Mom smiles and waves me off. “You kids have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Dare waits until Mom is down the hall, then he kisses my neck and teases, “Your mom likes me.”

“Well, sure. Who wouldn’t love the generous, all-American charmer I just had dinner with?” I tease. “Now, if the DareIknow would like to come back out, he’s who I’d like to cuddle with while I watch this movie.”

“Hey, Mom’s approval is crucial to my Aubrey domination plan.”

He says it like he’s joking, but I don’t even know if he is anymore. “There he is,” I say dryly.

We cuddle up on the couch and pick a movie to watch. Dare behaves himself for the first half. I sit between his legs, his strong arms locked around me. He loves to have his arms around me, and I love it, too. Makes me feel safe and relaxed.

As we get nearer to the end of the movie, he starts distracting me. He pulls my hair away from my shoulder to expose my neck. I know as soon as he does it he’s about to cause trouble. My skin prickles in anticipation with only his eyes skimming the curve of my neck.

His finger follows. He places his fingertip at the top of my neck, just below my jawline, then he lightly traces the curve all the way down. My eyes drift closed when he does it again, and my body sinks back against his when he does it a third time. My body is primed for his attention, so when he slides his hand down my shirt and grabs my boob, my nipple is already hard for him.

“Maybe we should save this for the bedroom,” I say softly, shifting on his lap. “I don’t want my mom to—”

He grabs my jaw, turning my face up, and silences my objections with a hard kiss. He squeezes and caresses my breast as he kisses me, and as much as I really don’t want to do anything sexual on the couch in my living room, I can’t deny my body is swiftly siding with him.

Stupid body.

“Dare,” I murmur against his lips, but he doesn’t listen. The solid wall of him behind me moves, and I sink a little.

I start to sit up on my own, but Dare lets go of me, climbs on top of me, and shoves me back on the couch.

My pussy throbs, liking his roughness and the fact that I know where it’s leading.

He’s on top of me looking down, a dark gleam in his eyes. The room is dark but for the light of the TV. He looks a bit sinister, but also familiar now, and oh, so beautiful.

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