Page 13 of Sinners' Appetite
“I’m still looking forward to that coffee date once you’re feeling better,” he says.
I adjust myself in my chair, mortified by the fact that every word that comes out of his mouth makes my clit throb even worse.
When I glance toward Sammi, she’s sitting there with a dumb grin on her face, staring at me deviously.
Alright, this is way too awkward. If I sit here much longer, I’ll be leaving a massive wet spot behind.
What in the ever loving fuck is happening to me?
“Sammi—can you help me… uh… get into the bathtub?” I ask, frantically trying to find an excuse to dismiss myself from this fuckery.
“Sure, babe,” she says, standing at the same time as me.
I look back at Malachi and smile. “Thanks again for—all of this. For everything, actually,” I blurt out.
He nods his head and fucking winks at me. “Not a problem, Nikki.”
Fuck. Me. Please.
I need to calm these tits.
When Sammi and I make it past where they can’t hear us talking, I let out a heavy sigh. “Something weird is happening.”
“If you’re talking about Malachi bringing you stuff—”
“No! That was adorable.” I shake my head. “He’s just—”
“Hot?” She shoots me a teasing glare.
I take an exaggerated breath. “So. Fucking. Hot. I can’t handle it. Like, where the fuck did he even come from? They don’t make them like that around here…”
Sammi starts to laugh so hard that she can barely catch a breath. “Girl, fuck the three date rule with this one. Did you see the size of his fucking hands?”
“So—no judgment? I was half expecting you to give me a warning or something… you know, a “take it easy, you almost died” speech or something.”
“Nope.”
“What do I do? I can barely look at him. He’s intimidating.”
“I say—find out how intimidating that dick is.” She nudges me in the side. “Know what I mean?”
“You’re no help sometimes, you little slut,” I tease.
“Hey, Jeremy knows I think Malachi is fine as fuck,” she giggles. “Now—let’s run this bath. I think Malachi is heading back to the studio. He just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I smile and follow her into the bathroom. Of course, the whole time I’m in there, I’m thinking about his baby blue eyes. Picturing them looking back at me from in between my legs is even better.
Ican’tgetoverhow fucking beautiful she is.
I think I caught her off guard by showing up with gifts. She seemed to like everything, at least.
A few minutes after her and Sammi took off into the bathroom, Jeremy and I made our way back over to his place to finish the bookshelves. Jeremy doesn’t do so well with reading instructions and it’s rather comical watching him look at the materials with a confused look on his face.
“Fuck, there’s so many little steps to this,” he complains, stepping back from the pile of wood and screws in front of him.
“We only have one left to do,” I laugh, shaking my head at his frustration.
“Easy for you to say, you built an entire wall by yourself in no time.”
