Page 57 of Sinners' Appetite
“Nikki?” I call out.
“I’m in my room!” she hollers back.
I head off into that direction and when I open the door, she’s holding a large black bag in her hands.
“Do you think this will be enough clothes?” she asks, barely able to lift the bag up over her shoulder.
I shake my head. “I think it’s too much, actually. I’d rather you just wear nothing while we’re there. It’s a private beach, you know…”
“I don’t think your friend would appreciate that very much,” she smirks.
“Maybe he would. He doesn’t get many visitors. It might cheer him up to see some ass and tits for a few days.”
She huffs and tosses her bag onto the floor between us. “Can I bother you to carry that out for me, kind sir?”
“Hmm…I could get used to you calling me sir.” I laugh as I pick the bag up and sling the strap over my shoulder. “Did you grab everything you need? We’ll just stay at my place tonight, until Sammi gets let out tomorrow.”
She nods her head, then takes one last look around the room. “I brought my kindle, six physical books and my laptop, too.”
“Oh—I don’t think you’ll have time to read much, baby girl,” I tease as she walks up to me.
“Why’s that?”
“I’m afraid you’ll be a little busy with other things.” I lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “I have plans for you, remember?”
“Thisplaceisstunning!”I exclaim as we pull into Malachi’s driveway and he cuts the engine.
“Really? I find it a bit small… and old.”
“It has so much potential though! Look at those original window shutters—and the balcony!”
“That balcony is just about ready to blow off the side of the house,” he shrugs.
“Then rip it off and build a new one.”
Just then, I take off sprinting around the house and into the back yard. “Look at all the space back here!”
“Wanna help me figure out what to do with it when we get back?” he asks, walking up behind me to place his arms around my waist.
I lean my head back to look up at him. “You’ll let me?”
“Anything for you, baby girl.” he says. Every time he says that, I get butterflies in my stomach.
“First things first, though,” I tease.
“And what would that be?”
“I wanna see your bedroom,” I say.
He pulls his arms away from me and I turn to face him. “I think that can wait,” he insists.
“But—I missed you.” I practically beg, running my hand up his shirt and over his chest.
“I missed you too, but you need to eat something before we do anything.”
“I know something I can snack on…” I whisper as I trail my fingers down over his stomach and stop just above the hem of his shorts.
“You can’t survive off cum.” He grins.
