Page 22 of Obsession on Repeat
My eyes narrowed. "So, help me, if you’re laughing at me…"
"How’d you know this was my favorite?"
Blushing, I paused to take another sip of my coffee. "I have the internet, and I own a phone. Quit trying to distract me from being angry."
"I’m sorry." He sat his cup onto the table and opened up his arms. "Come here."
"No."
"Rory? Come here, baby."
"I said no, Eggs." I laughed when he blinked in surprise. "You would not believe some of the shit they put on the internet. Eggs, what a nickname." I smiled coyly before sipping my latte. "Let me guess, you ate too many eggs as a kid?"
"Actually, I…"
"No, wait. You got caught sleeping with eggs in your bed thinking they’d hatch chickens?" I shrieked as he came forward, turning toward the kitchen, but he was faster, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me against him. "I’m going to spill my coffee!"
"Then I suggest putting it down," he growled in my ear, "or else you’re going to get it all over your nice bed sheets."
"Think rather highly of yourself, do you?"
"I didn’t hear any complaints last night. Pretty sure those words coming out of your mouth were praise enough without me saying anything." Promptly, he plucked my cup out of my hand and sat it next to his cup on the table. He picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder, and soundly slapped my ass.
"Sullivan Carl Masters the Second, put me down!"
"Lorelai Marie Jones, you did not say my full name!"
"I did! Now put me down!"
"What’s the magic word?"
"Penis."
He almost dropped me, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "It does start with a P."
"Oh, I’m sorry." I clutched the bottom of his shirt tightly with my fists. "I couldn’t hear you from all the blood rushing to my head!"
My response only made him laugh harder, his reaction making me laugh as well, and I gasped as his knees buckled, sending us crashing to the floor. I grinned, breathing hard as I pressed his arms flat above his head. "What’s the magic word?"
"I believe you said it was penis."
"Your penis?" I chuckled, matching his grin with one of my own, and straddled his hips. "What a dirty boy you are, Sully. What would your fans think if they heard you talk that way?"
"To be honest, my mind isn’t exactly on my fans right now." He lifted his hips as if to demonstrate his meaning, and it made my breath catch.
"Shame. Though I’m pretty sure my mind is in the exact same place as yours."
"Good to know."
I released his hands, and my eyes closed as his hands drifted up my jean-covered legs. My tee shirt gave him easy access, and a moan poured out of my throat at feeling his warm hands discover my bare breasts.
"You went out without a bra on?"
"Mm-hmm." I gasped when he pinched my right nipple and opened my eyes to glare down at him. "Those are attached, sir."
"Trust me, I know." His smirk was dangerous. "Besides, you like that."
"There’s a lot of stuff I like." I placed a soft kiss on his chin, trailing my lips up his jaw line and lingering inches above his ear. "Stuff that would make a good boy blush."
