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Close up, she hadn’t bothered with makeup from what I could tell—women had lots of tricks of the trade there though. But there was something sparkly on her skin, and I swallowed at the large gap in her shirt.

She’d only fastened the bottom two buttons of the very brief top. A trio of gold necklaces hugged her at the neck, then hung a little lower and finally, a triangle of some sort of brown stone literally made an arrow down to her very unencumbered breasts.

I slid my hand across her waist and under the cropped shirt. Her skin was petal soft along her belly and warm where I feathered my thumb under the fullest part of her breast. She stared at my mouth, licking her lips. Her nipples tightened under the silky fabric, raising against the material with every stroke of my thumb.

The toaster popped behind her.

She jumped a little and laughed. “Breakfast is served, I guess.” She slid away from me and went around the island.

I gripped the counter and blew out a slow breath before grabbing the muffins. My cock was trying to break free of my damn shorts.

Slow your roll, son.

I turned to find her climbing on one of the stools that made my island a quickie eating nook. That shirt was going to kill me. Every time she moved, I got a peek of her stupendous breasts.

She trailed her fingertip along the lip of her glass, gold rings glittering from every finger. A few even adorned her fingers at the middle bend so I couldn’t help but stare at them, imagining them curled around my dick again.

I’d never had a woman take me in hand with such confidence. And she’d damn near killed me when she rolled the condom down my length without even a blip of hesitation. She’d known what she wanted, and fuck, I was glad it was me.

When I met her gaze, she gave me another one of those half smiles. Secretive, seductive, and a whole lot of playfulness. I leaned into the emotion. It was a rare post-sex situation where the woman wasn’t looking for something more or to dissect the act.

I forced my shoulders to relax and took this for what it was. Sexy fun with a woman who was endlessly fascinating. And I was not going to fuck it up.

“Hey Siri, play my Sunday playlist.”

She smiled wider as Siri actually followed my first directive, and INXS blasted out of the speakers I’d synced up in my apartment. I did a little shimmy back to the air fryer and was rewarded with one of her warm laughs. Perfectly crisp bacon was ready. And I couldn’t resist popping a piece in my mouth.

I turned with one for her. “Madame.”

She leaned forward and a hint of rosy nipple dragged my attention away, but I managed to resist the urge to hop the counter and have a taste. She opened her mouth for the half broken piece, and I placed it on her tongue like an offering at church.

Her lids lowered as she chewed. “Delicious.”

“Fuck.”

A bit of grease glossed her lip, and she swiped it away with her thumb. “Feed me first.”

“Right.” I plated the eggs over the bacon and buttery English muffin, then the sauce and a sprinkle of parsley on two plates. I fanned out a few strawberries I’d cut up that my sister-in-law had left the other day.

I definitely needed to go grocery shopping if I was going to cook to impress her again. Maybe hit up one of those MasterClass tutorials from the membership my mother had given me for Christmas.

I nodded to the actual table I had set for us.

“Fancy.” She slid off the stool, her bare feet sparkling with more adornments both on her toes and ankles. She was like a pocket of glittery sunshine in my apartment.

I set the plates down and held out a chair for her. Still holding her glass, she went on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss. “Thanks.”

I swallowed at the quick jerk inside my chest. Not my dick—though that was still more than interested. No, this was a far more dangerous thump. “You’re welcome.”

I sat down next to her and laughed as she lowered her face so she could look at it from the side. “Feels too fancy to eat.”

I reached over and slid my knife through the pile of food to destroy the magazine-worthy display.

She pouted. “If I was the type to take a photo to share with the world, it would have been sharable.”

“And now it’s edible.”

I sliced through my own and popped a bite into my mouth.


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