Page 86 of Raised On It

She looks down at herself as if she has no clue what I’m talking about. “What, jeans and a T-shirt?”

“Sweetheart, I think you know how good you look, and I think you know exactly what you were doing when you put it on this morning. I’ve had a semi all day.”

“Miles…”

“Just say thank you for the compliment.”

“Thank you. Want a tour?”

“If there is a bedroom somewhere on the tour, then lead the way.”

“You have a one-track mind, Miles Montgomery.”

“Mason, when it comes to you, there are so many tracks running through this brain of mine, you don’t even want toknow. Now show me your place and then I’m making love to you. Before we leave New York, I’m making sure we christen each and every room in the place.”

“Luckily, it’s only a two bedroom then. Otherwise, I’d never get a chance to show you my town.”

“Oh honey, we aren’t keeping this to the bedroom. I’m gonna have you up against that window before the day is done.”

“Did I not mention I’m afraid of heights?”

“Then why live on the top floor of a sky-rise with floor-to-ceiling windows?”

She shrugs.

Walking toward her, she looks leery of me. She should be.

“You’re scaring me, Miles.”

She knows me well enough to know what’s coming when I approach her this way.

Slow and steady.

“Be afraid, Mason. Be very afraid.”

She kicks her shoes off, and before she’s taken her second step, my arm is around her waist, preventing her escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Miles! What are you up to?” She giggles while she struggles to get away from me, wanting a fun little game of cat and mouse.

“Baby, you know I love foreplay. I can play this little game of struggle snuggle as long as you want, but you know this is gonna end with you screaming my name, begging for more, and ultimately, with a big ole smile on your face, but if this is how you want to play it, we’ll play.”

I let her wiggle out of my arms, and she squeals as she runs into the kitchen, placing herself on the far side of the island. We’ve played the ‘chase me around the island’ game at my place. I always win.

She’s breathing heavily, more from the anticipation and lust than any real physical exertion, her chest heaving with eachbreath. I love this playful side of hers. It feels good to know she can let loose and be silly around me. Show me all her colors.

Casually strolling around the island with my hands in my pockets, I see her eyes dart to the left and know when she’s going to make her move. I let her take her first couple of steps and then before she has a chance to get too far, she’s back in my arms. As soon as our bodies connect and that crackle fills the air, I’m done playing.

Swinging her legs up, I cradle her in my arms and march back into the living room.

Gently yet still playfully, I toss her on the gray overstuffed couch. She lets out another little squeal, but her playfulness is quickly being replaced with lust. She knows where this is going, and she wants it just as badly as I do.

I straddle her on the couch, my body engulfing hers and my lips devouring her like a dessert I can never get enough of. Never wanting the taste of her sweetness to end.

“Baby, what do you say we conquer that fear of yours?”

“Now?”

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