Tits out.
My dick gets instantly hard.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
My hand reaches for her waist. “Let me show you.”
21
posey
We’ve had sex three times today.
Three.
Not that I’m bragging, but I’ve never had sex more than once in a single day, ever. All these firsts! I feel like such a badass.
I swear my crotch is sore as we order food for dinner. Molly and Eli are coming for dinner—a double date!
Squee!
Whatever geeky teen vibes I didn’t have as a teenager, I’m having now, almost sort of completely in control of my professional and love life. Mostly.
He missed me.
Heapologized.
I walk into the kitchen and find him digging in the fridge, rising to his full height with a coconut cream pie in his hand.
“Don’t eat that!” I say a little louder than is probably necessary, but can you blame me? The dude has a pattern of not following directions.
“I wasn’t gonna.” He has the pie pan directly in front of his face, nose sniffing the crust. “I just wanted to look at it.”
“You’re making me nervous.”
“What’s it for?”
I take it out of his hands gingerly, worried he’ll drop it. “Mrs. Galvin.”
“You baked Mrs. Galvin a pie? What for?”
“For helping us out when she didn’t have to.”
“Um—first of all, the woman has been paid. She’s done nothing out of the goodness of her mercenary little heart. Secondly, she’s a scam artist.”
“Scam artist?” I shrug, setting the pie on the counter, licking a bit of frosting from the side of my thumb. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Hey. How come you get pie, and I don’t?”
“I’m not having pie. I got whipped cream on my finger and licked it off.”
Duke sticks his finger into the fluffy white whip on the top of the confection I’d only baked yesterday. “Hey! Stop that!”
When he boops me on the nose, I go cross-eyed, focused on the blob he booped there.
Duke leans over and flicks my nose with the tip of his tongue. “Yum.”
Okay—that I didn’t mind.