Page 69 of Feast

Spence followed. “That’s impressive,” he said, looking down at the sleeping woman. “Are you going to wake her up?”

Maddie shook her head and reached for the blanket on the back of the couch. “I think we should just let her sleep.”

“Don’t forget the—”

“Got it,” Maddie murmured and tossed the half-eaten slice into the box on the coffee table before covering her sister up.

Spence frowned. “You sure she’s okay?”

“Yeah.” Maddie gathered up the pizza boxes and carried them into the kitchen. “She’s just had a long week.”

He followed and watched her bend over to shove the boxes into the fridge. Her ass was as excellent as he’d remembered. “My mom mentioned the breakup. It sounded rough.”

“It wasn’t fun.” Maddie finished tucking the boxes away and straightened. “But she’ll be fine.”

She turned away from the fridge. “And you’re staring at my ass.”

“It’s a good ass,” he said, but dutifully raised his gaze to her face.

“It’s a great ass,” she countered, her smile confident and smug.

“No dispute here,” he drawled and deliberately dropped his gaze to the faded Chicago Cubs logo on her chest.

“Is this you flirting?” she wondered, planting her hands on her hips. “Because it could use some work.”

He shook his head, appreciating the way her breasts bounced when she cocked a hip. Breast bondage was definitely going on his to-do list. “No.Thisis me flirting.”

He strode toward her, giving her plenty of time to step back or away. But she didn’t move, just watched him come with a cocky smile on her lips and a blatant invitation in her eyes.

So he took it.

He swallowed her gasp—reflex rather than surprise—and wasted no time sliding his tongue into her open mouth. Warm and slick, she tasted like garlic and beer and Maddie, and he didn’t realize how much he’d been craving her until he tasted her again.

She kissed him back eagerly, her hands clinging to his hips, and when he lifted his head she was breathing hard.

She stared at him and licked her lips. “I thought we weren’t going to do this anymore.”

“Did you?” he murmured, and letting instinct and libido rule, followed the path her tongue had taken across her lips with his own. “Why?”

“Just…” She scraped her teeth over his tongue when it dipped inside her mouth, making his belly clench and his dick twitch. “The impression I got. You know, because it’s…”

“Complicated,” he finished, and filling his hands with her ass, tugged her against him. His dick twitched harder at the contact with her soft belly.

“Yeah. That.”

“The thing is,” he murmured, letting his lips trail across her cheek to her ear. “I’m not sure I care.”

“That’s what you said last time,” she reminded him breathlessly and wiggled her hips against his prodding dick. “Then you said it was good my pussy was closed for business because of the…you know.”

“Complications?”

“Yeah, that.”

He swirled his tongue over the delicate shell of her ear, delighted when she shivered. “I was trying to make myself feel better about your pussy being closed for business.”

Her laugh was a soft puff of air against his neck that trailed off into a low moan when he found the sensitive spot under her jaw. “We can’t,” she protested. “Halley’s here.”

“You got a bedroom door that locks?”

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