Page 9 of The Unplannned Project

“Ah, good point. Let’s do it.” Cici settled into her seat, a soft smile on her face as I turned up the familiar road.

Within minutes, I had tucked my car into my garage and came hurrying around to open Cici’s door.

Her lips curled in a wide smile. Carefully, Cici unfurled those long legs, the black skirt riding up every so slightly on her thighs. I felt it right down to my cock.

“Wow, what great service.”

“That’s just the start of it. Now give me my fries,” I said.

Cici swiped the bag, holding it over her head as she dodged the grab.

“Fine, get in here.” I led the way up a short stair into the kitchen entrance. Feeling a little self-conscious of my bachelor pad, I sent a prayer heaven-ways to the maids who continued to help keep this place as clean and lovely as it was.

“Beautiful place.”

“Thanks.” I took the opportunity to snag the bag of food from her and plopped it down on the marble countertop. Digging out my fries, I immediately scooped a few into my mouth and sighed, eyes closing as salty bliss swept over me.

“Worth it?”

“Ohmigod yes,” I grunted, pawing at the bag. “More.”

With a laugh, Cici perched on the edge of a barstool and reopened her burger once more. And for the next few minutes, the only sounds between us were the sounds of chewing and mutually enjoying eating noises. It was comfortable. It felt good, and I savored it.

“Thank you for dinner,” Cici finally said, pressing a paper napkin to her mouth.

I grinned. “I only take my dates to the nicest places.”

“Dates, huh? That’s a bit forward of you.”

“You thinkthat’sforward,” I said, my voice filled with laughter.

“Maybe…” Cici’s beautiful face turned to mine. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling and bright. Something deep in my chest twisted. She really was stunning.

“Then this won’t surprise you,” I said, my voice soft. I pressed my hand into the counter and leaned over Cici, claiming her lips with my own. Instantly, Cici’s mouth gave into mine, sending a white hot spark to my groin as she sighed against my lips.

She tasted like burgers, but vague sweetness clung to my tastebuds. Honey. That’s what she reminded me of, I realized, my lips curling a little. After a long moment, I forced myself to pull back, my breathing ragged.

A soft mumble, and I felt her fingers tuck themselves against my lapels. In another moment, I was dragged back against her. This time her mouth was insistent upon mine.

I slipped my hands into her hair and guided her against my mouth. When her lips parted, I didn’t stop my tongue from reaching in and tasting more of that honey. She responded eagerly, exploring my shoulders and neck as I teased her mouth. I almost shuddered at the feel of her mouth responding to mine, her fingers growing needy against my skin.

I slowly trailed a hand down her shoulder, across her ribs, feeling her belly jump and twitch at my touch. When I reached her thigh, I dived down, tucking my hand behind her knee to gently open her thighs. I pressed myself there, feeling the heat, the overwhelming need that swelled between us. I pulled back to stare into her eyes. Her lips chased mine.

“Too much?” I asked, teasing.

Cici’s eyes were midnight blue, the pupil blown wide as she arched into my body.

She practically growled at me. “No, no, I want more.”

I groaned, dropping my jaw to capture her lips again, diving into her sweetness once more. She tasted like divinity, and I was ready to worship her entirely.

The barstool under her wobbled as I pressed in closer. Instead of breaking the kiss, she lifted up, her body reaching around mine as I slid my hands beneath her ass and cupped it. Her lips tore from mine as I picked her up, only for them to fasten to the skin of my neck, licking, nipping, tasting me as I walked blindly from my kitchen.

“Where are we going?” she murmured into my ear. Then she tugged at my lobe with sharp teeth. I smacked her ass lightly.

“To the first flat surface I can find.”

She purred against my throat. “Perfect.”

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