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“Don’t look at me like that,” I say. He opens his mouth, but I can read his mind. “And don’t call me Mommy.”
He growls, still moving forward. “You’re taking the fun out of this.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing. My heartbeat picks up. “You’re making me nervous.”
He leaps forward, and I stumble backward, shrieking as I land on the bed. My ass lands in the pie plate and blueberry pie filling squirts everywhere.
“Tate! Wait!” I say, trying to warn him about the mess.
If he hears me, he pays no attention to it. He’s on me before all the syllables fall from my lips.
“Pie,” I say, looking at him hovering over me. “Sorry.”
He kisses me quickly and then rolls to the side. A sneaky smile graces his lips.
“Don’t be sorry,” he says, scooping a blob of the filling with his finger. Then he dangles it over my naked chest, letting it fall between my breasts.
My chest rises and falls rapidly. I giggle. “What are you doing?”
“I have to clean up my messes, right, Mo?—”
“Tate! Don’t you dare …ah!”
His tongue slides down my chest, lapping up the dark blue blob. His eyes stay trained on me as I wiggle beneath him.
His right palm is covered with the dessert, and he plants it just below my belly button. The mixture is sticky and soft. The entire room is perfumed like blueberries. Tate smears the mixture up my torso and my nipples, painting the buds with his fingertips.
“Oops,” he says, grinning devilishly.
“Right.Oops,my ass.”
“I canoopsyour ass.”
I shriek as he turns me over, smacks my ass, and blueberry pie goes everywhere.
“This is going to stain everything,” I say, laughing. “You’re nuts!”
He lies next to me, his hand resting on my backside. His smile lights up the room. Somehow, it shines on the inner corners of my heart—the parts that have been hidden in the shadows for far too long.
His kiss is tender and sweet, and I melt into him. But as he pulls away, his smirk is back.
“Ready to get eaten, Stepmommy?”
“Tate!”
His laughter mixes with mine. And if this is the kind of relationship Tate has in mind, I might be okay with it after all.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Tate
Me: I need help.
I lean against the bathroom doorframe and watch Aurora sleep. I’ve never seen someone so peaceful. Not that I’ve ever watched someone else sleep.
It was hard for me to get out of bed and climb into the shower.What am I going to do when she wants to go back to her house? How do people handle this?
Why won’t she just marry me now?
