I’m making the final tweaks to the herby chicken in the oven when she waltzes in, the dungarees she’s wearing covered in dust. “I’m home!”
God, I’ll never get tired of her calling this place hers.
“Evan… what is this?”
“A night all about you. To celebrate you finally realising you were your true self all along, and you never needed to go and ‘find’ her.”
It’s true. I’ve been advertising the opening of the shop, and have received a ton of pre-orders already, from prom dresses to baby clothes.
That gets her grinning. “Where’s the grumpy,I don’t give a fuck about anything, Evan West gone?”
“Oh, he’s still very much alive and well for everyone but you, trouble.”
“Where’s Leo?”
“Spending the evening with Uncle Bennett."
“And you’re not worried he’s going to come back with an attitude?”
I grin. “I’m pretty sure he’s already picked one up from you, Florence.” Pulling out her chair, I say, “Come and sit down.”
“Evan, this looks absolutely amazing, and thank you, but my outfit is covered in dirt.”
My eyes trace her form before saying, “Take it off then.”
Her throat bobs, and my jeans tighten. She will always look beautiful to me, even when covered with the grit of building.
Her blues zap in a teasing way. “Sure, good idea, I’ll just eat without them.” Her clothes melt away, leaving her in nothing but her matching pink bra and panties, and she slips into the chair I’m gripping onto with white knuckles, purposely brushing her ass up against my hand.
A groan forms in my throat. This isn’t what I meant. I thought she’d head upstairs to get changed into something else.
“Flo, I—”
The timer for the chicken pings, and I’m pulled from my fantasy of pulling everything off this table and sinking into Flo, my legs moving on autopilot to dish us up some food so I don’t do just that. Not yet. The food will get cold. And I want to show her how proud I am of her.
Her gaze traces me between bites. Flo leans forward, the action making her already plump breasts push up, and I snap. This woman knows exactly what she’s doing, especially when she stands and fills her glass of water using the sink faucet across from the table, giving me a great view ofher round ass that seems to be looking even plumper these days from all the heavy lifting she’s been doing around her soon-to-be shop.
“Flo, I’m trying to be romantic, here.”
“And I appreciate it very much, Evan, but I can’t lie and say I wasn’t desperate for you the entire time I was at the shop today, and couldn’t focus because I was imagining you ripping my clothes off and fucking me senseless the second I walked in that door.” Her smile widens.
“You need to eat something,” I tell her, but when she responds with, “Yeah, your dick,” I rub a hand down my face and laugh.
“Holy fuck, woman.”
Her stare is seductive, pulling me into a whirlpool.
That’s it.
“Okay, I can’t take this anymore.” I drop my fork, stalk towards her, and hoist her up into my arms. Placing her on the table, avoiding the burning candles, I step between her legs and kiss her.
“For someone who prides themselves on it, you actually have very little self-control, West,” Flo giggles.
“Give me some credit. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Her bra is ripped off in a second, and my free hand massages her breasts while the other works on my jeans and underwear.
We explore each other’s bodies like we’ve never seen them before, even though just the other night I was bringingher to the edge with my tongue inourbedroom. Because this house is hers now, and she’ll never be moving back into that crappy old cabin. We’ll turn it into a giant playhouse for Leo. There’s no use for it anymore.
