“B. Is there currently anyone present inside the residence. And we just screwed.”
I rolled my eyes, setting his plate down in front of him. “You’re lucky you got it right.” This had become part of ourthingnow, too. In helping him prepare for the lieutenant's exam, I would randomly ask him test questions I read out of his study guide or that I found online.
“Of course I got it right. As a firefighter, our top priority is ensuring the safety of others.”
I nodded. “You’re right about that. But we still don’t screw. Ah!” I yelped when he pulled me onto his lap.
“Then what do we do?” he asked before shoveling a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
I stared, watching him chew for a few heartbeats. How could a movement so trivial hold my attention captive?
“We make love,” I finally answered. “It’s true!” I insisted when he snorted in derision.
“Okay, Angel. Just don’t tell anyone else that.”
My belly tingled at the nickname he’d given me. “Okay, macho man.”
“Open,” he said, pointing a forkful of fried pork chop at me.
“I have my own plate.”
“I like it when you eat off mine. Open.”
My jaw slackened and eventually opened, allowing his fork entrance.
“You need to eat,” I insisted between chews.
“You do, too, and I’m not letting you move from my lap, so we’ll eat together. I plan on finishing this plate and then feasting on you for the rest of the night.” He reached up to kiss my neck.
I squeezed my thighs at the idea of spending the rest of the night with his head between them. I could already feel myself growing wet with anticipation.
“I shouldn’t be this far gone over you already.” I sighed, laying my head on his shoulder, chewing the mouthful of string beans he’d fed me.
“It was only inevitable, Angel.”
“How so?” I asked, my head popping up.
“Ladies can’t resist a fireman.” He winked.
“Oh yeah?”
He grinned. “It’s a well-known fact.”
“Whatever!” I laughed, tickling his sides and back.
“Shit!” he grunted when I made contact with one particular spot on his back.
“What’s wrong? Did I—” I moved, raising the dark T-shirt he wore, exposing his bare back. “Oh my God!” I screeched. On his beautiful, usually creamy-tanned back was a huge dark purple bruise. The thing ran almost up the entire side of his back. “What the hell happened to you?” I stood, moving around behind the chair, holding tightly to the shirt he tried yanking down.
“It’s nothing.” His tone lost all joking it held before.
“Eric, this isn’t nothing. Are you okay? Did you break anything? Oh my God! I dug my nails into your back out in the foyer. I could’ve hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Angel, calm down. It’s just a little thing that happened at work.”
“A little thing? Have you seen the size of this bruise? Did you break anything?” I used my fingers to scan the rest of his upper body, as he now stood before me.
“No, nothing’s broken.”
