Page 23 of Forbidden Dunk

“Hey now,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and smirking. “Watch yourself.”

“Sorry, I needed this for my salad. I think it’s long enough.”

I fought the laugh as his eyes danced at the innuendo and he glanced down.

“No, baby girl, I don’t think it’s long enough at all. Nor thick enough.”

“You’re probably right. Won’t do the trick. Should grab two. Can’t go wrong with an extra, more than enough ways to have it.”

Once more, his eyes flared and I had to bite my lip.

“Dangerous game,” he muttered, and I only shrugged before bagging the vegetable. “What else are you looking for? Maybe I can help you?”

“I was thinking of peaches, you know, to make a dessert after my salad.”

This time, he groaned as he passed by me, his hand squeezing my ass cheek.

“I don’t know, they seem kind of firm and I’m not sure you could use them right away. Though I’m sure they’re delicious.”

Fuck, he was just as good at this game as I was. Who said you couldn’t tease, flirt, and have very big innuendo PDA in a grocery store?

“Firm isn’t a bad thing. Lots of things are great when firm. I’m a licker and a sucker, so firm things are a plus for me.”

I watched as his eyes closed and had to bite back my own groan. Damn, I was freaking wet like no tomorrow.

“I still don’t think peaches are the way to go. Now, cherries,” he said, grabbing a bag of the sweet fruit, “those are delicious no matter what. Especially when you have it on your tongue for the first time.”

I had to clench my thighs together at that comment because I knew damn good and well what he was referring to.

“You don’t play fair,” I hissed, seeing my dad coming around the corner. I grabbed the fruit, making him laugh.

“Text me,” he whispered. “I have more naughty images in mind.”

I tossed him a look over my shoulder before my dad could see who I was talking to.

Home

I texted him, plopping down on my bed, grateful that my dad’s room was on the other side of the house.

Yay. So, you’re free?

Of course. I’m tucked in my room, snuggled up in my bed.

I hit send, waiting a few moments, and slowly frowning at the lapse of time.

I nearly jumped as the phone vibrated with an incoming Facetime call.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, easily seeing him lounging in his bed.

“Funny, I’m trying with all my might to get rid of this damn hard on I had that someone gave me.”

“Proof, or it didn’t happen.”

I bit my lip as he flipped the camera, showing him in nothing more than a pair of basketball shorts, with a tent for sure.

“You did that, Shorty.”

“Don’t be blaming me! I just…well I….”

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