She nodded. “We talk sometimes.” She said it like it was no big deal. “The first time, he called me because he thought you were with me. He wanted to make one of those peanut butter and banana sandwiches and wanted directions.”
I let out a curse, which only made Mia laugh.
“He’s adorable.” Only she would call my sixty-something year old, behemoth, and crotchety fatheradorable.“Anyway, you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you. So, I walked him through the process of preparing the sandwich, and I recommended he add some honey.”
I leaned farther into the table. “That’s why he puts honey on his sandwiches now.”
“Probably. Anyway, that night we talked on the phone for about thirty minutes. Since then, he calls me every now and again. Just checking in. He loves hearing about my coffee shop.”
Mia leaned closer. “I think he’s a little lonely. He’ll probably never admit it.”
I snorted. My father wouldn’t admit that.
“Maybe you should ask him to help you for a little while. It’ll make him feel like he’s useful.”
I sat back in my chair right as our waitress brought out our appetizers. I’d never even considered asking my father for help while we were short-staffed. He was retired and, as far as I knew, enjoying his retirement.
If what Mia said was true, I bet he wouldn’t mind traveling for a short business trip or family vacation. Looking at her across the table, I knew it was the truth. She was good at reading people. And somehow, people just opened up to her. Hell, I did, and I was terrible at opening up to anyone.
“What do you and my father talk about?” I asked, wanting to know.
She paused mid-chew, peering at me. “You,” she replied after swallowing a piece of her tuna roll.
“Care to elaborate?” I leaned on my elbows, not giving a fuck about etiquette.
Grinning, she shook her head. “Nope.” She popped the “P” which caused the memory of her making that same sound a few days earlier when my cock popped out between her lips.
Before I even entirely pulled up the image in my mind’s eye, my dick stood at half mast. Mia smiled and told me she knew what was on my mind.
“Maybe it’s time to take this dinner to go,” I said, already holding up my hand.
“No,” Mia insisted. “You promised we’d go dancing tonight after dinner. And since it looks like I’m going to need all of my energy, I’m finishing my dinner.”
“Fuck,” I gritted out between my teeth. She was right about needing her energy. I might have been tired from a long day at work, but never was I too exhausted to fuck my woman well into the night.
CHAPTER21
Mia
“You didn’t let me finish that last dance,” I fake complained as Brutus barged through the doors of his bedroom with me in his arms.
“You’re going to finish tonight, baby. I promise you that.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his lips landed on mine. He pulled a moan from me. The moisture that already pooled in my panties from me rubbing against him while we salsa danced increased.
When he pulled away, I was left breathless. There was a fire in his eyes that yanked at my core. Within seconds both of our hands were everywhere. We tore and ripped at one another’s clothing. Briefly, I wondered if this incredible passion would ever fizzle out.
Brutus put his lips directly on my favorite spot on my neck, and I had my answer.
No.
No other man could bring this type of passion to my surface.
“Oh, God. I need you,” I whimpered.
“You have me. Every single ounce of me is yours,” he said before sinking to his knees.
I inhaled sharply as his hands made their way up my thighs, reaching my panties. With one smooth yank, he tore the lace material away from me. I didn’t even bother admonishing him for destroying a pair of my panties. I was too hot and flustered to care.
“Mine,” he growled before pulling me closer and using his massive hands to spread my legs apart. From his angle on his knees, he was in the perfect position to reach my cat with his mouth. And he devoured me like he’d been waiting all day to feast on his favorite meal.
