Page 26 of Bossy Grump's Secret

"Hard," I shrug.

She looks down at my pants to ensure that wasn't an innuendo and rolls her eyes.

"You think you're sleek, don't you?" she chuckles.

"I know I'm not. I know you're here," I say, stopping right in front of her.

Just like that, we waste no time tearing each other up with our mouths. I dig myself in as far as possible, trying to taste as far down as her darn pancreas.

My addiction to her... is maddening.

I know little about kissing. Heck, I've only been in three relationships in all my life till now, but I know one thing, it never feels this good before.

...it's not supposed to.

I stretch my hands and touch her, trembling slightly as my hand hits her soft, warm skin. Something about her body invites both a fierce urgency and an equal measure of tender delicacy.

While you combine these two contrasting concepts mentally, understand the shock my mind goes into when my hands are finally on her. I keep them on her waist and push myself into her, feeling my hardness graze her tender underbelly. Our clothes limit the frictional pleasure of our merged bodies.

I wish the materials were thinner... I wish there were no materials.

"Tell me anything that tastes better than your lips and tongue. I'll keep kissing you till then," I hum as I deliver pecks and lightly chomp on her mouth to give us the opportunity of a light conversation during our petting.

"Have you tasted gummy bears?" she chuckles.

"You taste them. I'll taste them from you," I respond. I'm on top of my game today.

Suddenly, she pushes me back and yanks a container from the cupboard before throwing it on the ground.

What the...

"What are you doing!?" I grunt and immediately see exactly why. Jane comes in right at that very moment.

What pristine sense! All I can think about is how she'd taste with gummy bears stuck between her teeth.

"If that thing is damaged, it's certainly coming out of your pay," I huff and try to turn the mild panic into boss aggression.

"I'm sorry," she plays along. "My hands are slippery. Got a little wet sometime back."

I hold my laughter... just barely.

"You alright?" Jane asks and helps Ava up.

"I'll be," she sighs, keeping the container in its right position. "I'm sorry again," she tells me, walking off with feigned aggression.

I swear, when Jane murmurs something about her trying her best not to get me angry, I hear her mutter, "I know. It's just... he can be a little hard sometimes..."

Really, Ava?

The funny thing is, this isn't the first time we're nearly caught by someone... by even Jane! In her and Lily's room once, I hide under the bed to avoid being seen by who I guess is Robbie, and I end up being there for over an hour.

The last time we were alone together, we hadn't even started kissing when Jane walked right in, panting to Ava that she needed her to help clean up a child's mess...one that even I eventually joined in, wondering what the nine-year-old ate that made him vomit so malevolently.

I spent about an hour showing Lily how to time herself when picking up trash and mopping floors as the place is in a twenty-four/seven mode; hence, its operation can't be halted; I decided that I'm mentally fit to handle the boredom of inventory taking without being molested by memories before heading back.

The route through Ava's working floor is short, so I deem it easier. Two elevator floors and five steps later, I pause outside a door, seeing Ava folding new sheets on a bed.

... bad idea.

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