Page 95 of Torrid Love

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Bastard. You’re playing hardball.

And just like that, I can only think of being inside her again.

Focus.

I push aside the thought of how badly I want her.

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Speak up now, blondie, or forever hold your peace.

The three little balls bounce around a few times because she sends her response.

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I’ll be waiting with fork and knife in hand.

That’s my girl.

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See you in five!

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See you soon!

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“What took you so long?”

That’s how she greets me when I pull up to her driveway.

She’s waiting outside in this cute floral dress with thin-straps. She’s so tempting, I’m nearly blinded by lust. Her little fists are pinned to her waist. She’s even tapping her foot on the asphalt. Her impatient gaze tells the whole story. She means business. I force myself not to focus on how her bare legs look a mile long.

“I said five minutes. I made it in three. What more do you want, woman?” I say as I slide from behind the wheel.

“Hurry! I’m hungry,” she waves me in.

I can’t help but laugh.

I was worried there might be some awkward tension between us, but I’m glad to see I was wrong. We’re back to being Dom and Rod.

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As I watch Dom clean her plate, I wonder—not for the first time—how such a petite woman can eat so much food.

“I was hoping to have some leftovers for tomorrow,” I say pointing my chin to her plate.

When she lifts her blue eyes to mine, I see an unmistakable shadow of guilt.

“Oh, sorry.”

“I was joking. I always love watching you eat.”

“Thanks for feeding me,” she smiles.

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