Page 65 of Show Me How
“Dead serious.”
I don’t sit back on my knees yet. Hovering above her, I release the mattress and lower my eyes to watch the steady rise and fall of her chest. She’s calm, the tension from minutes ago completely washed away. Pride pounds at my chest.
“We can consider the whole making myself come thing checked off,” she says.
I crook a grin and lean back. “I wouldn’t go that far yet. You’ve still got to do it alone.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“So confident,” I coo, flipping her skirt down and giving her knee a stroke. “I like it.”
“Practice makes perfect, no?”
“Don’t talk to me about practice right now,” I beg.
Not caring whether she’s watching or not, I stare down at my crotch and adjust my cock. I wince at the heartbeat that seemsto have grown inside of it during the last few minutes and busy myself with getting off the bed.
“Do you need to, like, leave? Or go to the bathroom?”
My laugh is deep, rough. “Not unless you want me to. I’m just fine, princess.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me? Was I a booty call?” I tease.
“Was that enough to be considered a booty call?”
“Nah, it wasn’t. Not even close.”
“Then, no. You’re not a booty call, Shade.”
“Thank fuck. I’m too old for that shit,” I mutter.
Pushing up onto her elbows, she closes her legs and says, “You’re not even old.”
“Older than you.”
She rolls her eyes, amusement glittering in the lightening blue. “Is that a warning?”
“I’d be a bit blunter with one of those. It’s just a reminder.”
“For what?”
“What happened this week isn’t happening again. If you want to talk about something, we’ll talk about it. No more running around acting like I’ve done something wrong. As much as I like having a beautiful woman on my mind during a slow workday, I don’t want it to be because I’m wondering what I’ve done to upset her. Is that alright with you?”
“It’s alright with me. I’m sorry.”
“No apologies. I just wanted to be clear,” I reassure her, running my palm up her shin and down to her ankle, squeezing once. “You hungry?”
“If you keep feeding me, I’m going to have to get more new clothes, and clearly, I’m tapped out of funds.”
“Put my hoodie back on. You’ll never fit into it properly.”
“I was already thinking that.”
And ten minutes later, she’s draped in it when she steps out of the bedroom and joins me for dinner in the blazing fire’s warmth, reminding me how much I fucking love that hoodie.
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