Page 48 of Love to Hate You

“How come?”

“I chose work over relationships years ago.”

“Why does there have to be a choice?”

I finish my wine, contemplating his words. “Because if you want to be the best then you have to make sacrifices. You know that.”

“True, but you can still have a life.”

“Can you?”

“I think so.” His intense blue gaze studies me and I look away.

“I guess I just wasn’t very good at balancing work and play.”

“Then we should work on that.”

“We?”

He shrugs. “Sounds like you could use some help.” When I don’t reply, Nash stands up. “Tanner said dessert is in the fridge. Hang on.”

I watch him walk away, appreciating the way his broad shoulders stretch his shirt across his back. My mouth begins to water but it’s not for dessert. A moment later, Nash returns with a small plate and pulls his chair around next to mine. “Looks like we’ll be sharing.”

A piece of chocolate mousse drizzled in chocolate sauce and sprinkled with raspberries sits on the plate and looks utterly sinful. “Oh, wow,” I say and lift my fork, ready to dive in.

Nash laughs and sits beside me. “It does look pretty damn good.”

We both sink our forks in and that first bite melts on my tongue like a little piece of heaven. At the same time, we both sigh and then burst into laughter.

“Maybe you should take some cooking lessons from your brother,” I say.

“If it’ll get you to come over for dinner again, I will.”

Our gazes collide and his warm arm pressing into mine makes my breath catch. Our forks clatter against the plate and our mouths crash together. I slide my hands up over his chest and around his neck, scratching my nails through his hair.

“C’mere, baby,” Nash whispers between kisses and pulls me onto his lap.

“Mmm,” I murmur, settling down on his thighs. He tastes sweet. Like chocolate and raspberry and I can’t get enough. Our tongues twist and he drags his fingers through my hair, pulling, angling my head back to deepen the kiss even more.

A heat begins to pulse low in my belly and I’m already wet between my aching thighs. I have a very good feeling that tonight is going to be our night. Wild, delicious and utterly decadent just like our dessert.

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Ican’t get enough of her, and she tastes sweet enough to devour. Grasping her hips, I drag my tongue over her bottom lip and then suck it into my mouth. I’m craving her on a primitive level, and I slide her skirt up and encourage her to straddle me.

Charlie readjusts herself, dropping a leg on either side of my thighs, and I draw her right up against my dick which is ready to break through my pants and sink home. My hands slide under her ass and knead the soft flesh while I begin exploring her silky neck with my mouth, trailing hot kisses and sucking. I plan to leave my mark this time around.

“You taste so good,” I murmur.

Charlie pulls back and gives me a lazy smile. “Like chocolate and raspberries?”

“Yeah,” I say and reach around her to swipe a finger through the sauce on the plate. I drag the sticky sweetness over her lips, and we kiss again. When she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and moans, I lose it. “I can’t get enough of you, Charlie.”

She reaches down and cups me. “Likewise.”

In response, I thrust into her hand and when she lightly squeezes, all I can do is groan. This woman will be my undoing and, honestly, I don’t even care anymore. All I want to do is sink into her wet heat and lose myself in the heavenly sensation that is only Charlie.

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