Page 4 of Humbug Lane

I probably should examine that for a long time, but it’s impossible to think as we are. “I want to taste every inch of you, Grace.”

“Landon.” The way she says it makes me like my name way more than I ever have before. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom and wash up? Maybe find my good sense? Maybe not?”

While I’m harder than a diamond, I can see where it’s wise to take a step back. After all, this is a strange situation. We’re locked in what’s basically a kitchen, and until this afternoon, hadn’t spoken to each other in two years. “I don’t mind.”

She drags herself from my lap. “See. Nice.”

The way her jeans hug her ass is enough to drive any man insane. I watch every soft sway as she crosses to the bathroom door. The black blouse is fitted tight to her waist. The few buttons that are open at the front reveal the swell of perfect tits under a tank top.

I breathe long and deep to get my hard-on under control. Maybe I’ll make a meal. I’m hungry, and I know Grace is famished.

The leftover steak from the dinner service is wrapped up in the fridge.

Pulling a cutting board out of the cabinet and a knife from the block, I think about tacos. “Grace, do you like tacos?”

She pops her head out of the bathroom door. “Is that a random question?”

I can only see her blond head and one nearly bare shoulder with a black bra strap. Still, the idea of what she might be hiding behind that door is driving me mad. “I have the means to make some if you like tacos.”

Her smile is bright and infectious. “Love them.”

Once she’s back behind the door, I grab some peppers, onions, seasoning, and get to work. I get the onions and peppers seasoned and sautéing. Back to the cutting board, I slice the steak but wait to add it since it’s already cooked.

On another burner, I’m about to give the tortillas a little singe when the bathroom door opens. Glancing over my shoulder, I have to do a double take.

In black panties and her black tank, Grace walks over to the couch. She eases down, watching me while biting her bottom lip. “You’re going to burn your tortilla.”

Snapping out of my shock, I turn back to the stove, put the food aside, and turn off the burners. I pop a lid on the vegetables and put the cutting board in the fridge.

I’m so fucking hard, I have to close my eyes while I wash my hands. “You look amazing.”

“But you’re not looking.”

While I dry my hands on a kitchen towel, I turn toward her. “I nearly set off the smoke alarms because I was most definitely looking.”

“Did you want to finish cooking, or…” She shrugs, unsure of herself.

Grace Lane is strong, soft, curvy, and muscular. If anyone should be confident in her underwear, it’s her.

“Definitelyor.” I hold up a finger. “I’ll be right out.” I step into the pantry, where blankets are stored on the top shelf. I grab two and return.

Grace’s eyes pinch together in the most adorably confused expression. “Why are there blankets in the pantry?”

“This is the earthquake shelter.” I round the table and sit next to her. So distracted by her bare legs, I hadn’t noticed that she’s still wearing black ankle socks.

She tucks her feet under the couch. “Who knows what’s on this floor.”

I open one of the blankets, and she helps me spread it on the couch. Usually, I know what to say, but my mouth will not work with Grace showing this much skin. “I know this was supposed to be our second date, but you know I’d wait for you a lot longer.”

As her expression falls, it’s like a wall of bricks stacking up between us. She turns toward the bathroom. “Oh. Sorry. I thought…”

Faster than I have ever moved in my entire life, including running track through high school and college, I reach out and capture her in my arms. “If what you thought was that I want to make love to you, Grace, you’re one hundred percent right. I want to make you come a dozen different ways. I only need to know that’s what you really want. I’m not a fan of empty sex either. And I have feelings for you that make it important you’re sure about making love in the break room of this studio.”

CHAPTERTHREE

GRACE

Being held from behind with Landon’s cock pressed against my ass has me more turned on than before. When I thought he didn’t want me, my embarrassment almost pushed me to tears. I mean, what could be worse than walking out of the bathroom in my underwear and him rejecting me? Nothing.

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