Page 28 of Reputation (Tempt)

“Truth.”

“What do you want that money can’t buy?”

“World peace.”

I leaned closer, needing to be near her. “Liar.”

“I’m not lying. Idowant world peace.”

“Yes, but there’s something else. Something you were referencing earlier, and I don’t think it was world peace. What was it?”

She groaned. “Seriously, Nate?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Yes. Seriously. You did choose truth after all.”

She sighed. “Fine. Since you’re forcing me to answer.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I want to get married. I want to be a mom.”

I nodded. That didn’t surprise me. What surprised me was the fact that she was reluctant to talk about it. Almost as if she felt she didn’t deserve it.

“You would make an amazing mom,” I finally said, knowing it with certainty.

She smiled. “Thank you.”

We played a few more rounds, continuing to flirt and push the boundaries. We were both getting tired, even if neither of us seemed willing to admit it. This was the most uninterrupted alone time I’d had with Emerson maybe ever, and I didn’t want it to end. Was it wishful thinking to believe that she didn’t want it to be over either?

“Since you made me drink something without seeing it…” She glanced around and grinned, settling on her next dare. “You have to eat something without using your hands.”

My mind immediately went to eating her out without using my hands. My cock hardened, but then she left for the living room.Get it together, man.

She soon returned with a plate topped with several vanilla cupcakes with pink frosting. Disappointing but definitely more appropriate. I joined her at the table, taking a seat, our knees brushing.

She set it on the table, removing all but one from the plate. I started to take off the wrapper, and she tsked. “Nope. No hands.”

I sighed and leaned forward and used my teeth to separate the pink paper from the cupcake. I was getting frosting all over my face. The cupcake kept falling over. It was a mess.Iwas a mess.Emerson covered her mouth with her hand, laughter bubbling out of her.

I glared at her and refocused my efforts. “Oh, you think this is funny, do you?”

She rolled her lips between her teeth. “Nope. Not at all.”

“I don’t mind getting dirty. Especially if it involves something sweet.” I flicked my tongue over the icing like I wanted to flick her clit. “And pink. And perfect.”

Her breath hitched. She knew exactly what I was doing.

I got a mouthful of cake and a face full of frosting. I kept my eyes on her as I devoured that cupcake, our gazes locked. Her breathing grew erratic, her lips parted. I imagined licking her pussy. I would bet it was even sweeter.

“Mm.” I licked my lips, and she shifted, pressing her thighs together.

She stared at me, finally closing her jaw. “Your face is covered in frosting.”

“I dare you to lick it off,” I blurted before I could stop myself. But instead of trying to take it back, I held steady, wondering if she’d actually go through with it.

“What if I was going to choose truth?” she asked. Taunted. God, this was torture.

“Were you?”

She shook her head slowly, her eyes darting between my eyes and my lips. The air was charged with…something. It felt dangerous. Like we were teetering on the edge of a precipice.

She slid her finger across my cheek, swiping some of the pink frosting. She held her finger to her mouth then sucked it between her lips. “Mm.”

---