Page 51 of The Naughty List
“So that’s where my pants went.”
“Good morning,” I say nervously. “I borrowed some clothes to take the dogs out.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Meaning: you should’ve left.
I’m such an idiot. I should’ve just put on my elf outfit this morning and suffered the humiliating walk of shame to my car. It probably would’ve been less awkward than this.
He doesn’t say anything as he steps closer.
“I, um, made some breakfast. Thought you might be hungry. We never ate dinner last night.”
Jonah gives me a subtle smile. The sexy man-boy one that melts my panties. Or would if I were wearing any. “Guess we skipped straight to dessert.”
His words make me tingly all over. I don’t know what to say.Thanks for the orgasms? How soon until we can do that again? What exactly was that thing you did with your tongue?
I settle on “Want some coffee?”
“Sure.” He mumbles thank you as he takes the cup from me. When our eyes finally meet, I stand there feeling exposed even though I’m fully dressed.
“You want to talk about last night,” he says, a statement not a question.
“Um, maybe? Should we?”
He shrugs. “It was your first time. I hope it was…satisfactory.”
I can’t help it.
I laugh.
And then I keep laughing.
Trying to compose myself, I manage to wheeze out, “Is there a comment card I can fill out? Or an online survey where I can select 1 for poor and 10 forsatisfactory.Maybe with awould I recommend to a friendsection?”
Jonah closes the distance between us in a split second. He tickles my ribs with relentless fingers and I can’t get control of myself.
“You’re going to make me pee,” I warn him between hysterical gasps for air.
“Oh yeah? I made you do a lot of things already. I have two dogs. Pee doesn’t scare me.”
“Jonah,” I squeal, as he lifts me off the floor and over his shoulder. “I’m wearing your pants. You don’t want me to peeyourpants.”
“Maybe you should go back to bed, sassy ass,” he says just before slapping my bottom. Hard.
“I made you breakfast!”
He sets me down gently and appears to think it over. “Well, in that case.”
“Yeah, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” I hip bump him on my way past and make us both a plate of food.
“I only bite if you ask nicely.” He clamps his teeth together, making a loud snapping sound, and there’s a wicked gleam in his eyes that shoots straight to my core.
For a moment, I forget the food entirely.
What we did last night, it was huge for me. The furthest I’ve ever gone with another person. But I know it barely scratched the surface for Jonah.
Our gazes lock and I know he can see it.
