Page 59 of Fluke
“A fudge fork. That’s what he called it,” she says, glancing at the pool through the glass. “Your mom asked me to get the forks for dessert. I opened the wrong drawer—one full of paperwork and knickknacks. There was a fork sticking out from under a phonebook, so I pulled it out. Banks snatched it out of my hand and whispered that it was his fudge fork like he was giving me the code to Fort Knox.”
“What does one do with a fudge fork? Or do I not want to know?”
She looks at me and smiles. “Apparently, your mom buys this fancy fudge sometimes—he specifically mentioned pistachio—and he keeps that fork there so he doesn’t have to keep walking to the other side of the kitchen for one. That way he can just slide it over and take a bite.” She laughs. “He demonstrated it. Said it saves him time.”
I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
“I was hoping you were going to say that.”
Pippa saunters across the room. Her lips press together to hide a smile.
I hum as she grows closer. My heart thumps erratically, and my mind tries to accept that this is really happening.
Having her in my house, looking at me like this, is the culmination of every dream I’ve ever had. Only, in my dreams, I was unable to fully appreciate how satisfying this moment would be—how wild and unbelievable and confusing and amazing.
And how it all makes sense.
Normally, if a woman was here with me, I’d be getting down to business. My mind would be on fucking her for the sport of it. Enjoying my bachelorhood. Making her come so hard that she screams—just to know I can do it—then getting off, and then getting on with the day.
It’s lust, a chemical rush, a physical interaction that doesn’t extend any further than the moment I pull out.
Throwing the condom in the trash is the period at the end of that sentence.
Done.
But I’m not quite sure how to process this.
This isn’t the same.
With Pippa, I want to savor every moment. Take my time, try things—discover what she likes. I want to please her, show her how fucking beautiful she is, and then do it again.
I want this to be the bar she uses to measure every sexual experience.
And I want all those experiences to be with me.
I’ve fallen for her. I fell for her before I could drive a car. I just need to convince her that she should give me a chance—that maybe she could fall for me too.
“Did you think I was saying I’m sorryto you?” I ask.
She stops a few feet in front of me. “Yeah. That’s what you said.”
“What would I be apologizing to you for?”
I roll my tongue around my mouth as a cocky little grin graces those lips that will be wrapped around my cock soon enough.
“I don’t know. I just thought maybe you were sorry for leaving me hanging earlier.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Jess…” My name is half desperation and half annoyance.
“I seem to remember somebody running her hands all over me, brushing her chest across the back of my neck—telling my family you like mybig cockand that you hope I keep it while you’re around.”
She giggles. “Come on. That was a good one.”
I lift a brow.
“Your dad even thought it was funny,” she says.
