Closing the distance between us, I reached for the hem of her dress but she pushed my hand away. "No apologies, Annie. Just stay. Please. I haven't done a decent job if you can walk out of here on steady legs."
Her gaze pinged to the ceiling, the clock, the windows. Anywhere but me. I didn't know what it was going to take for her to trust her instincts. They were in there, lurking right beneath the surface, waiting to replace this doubt with action.
"I never said my legs were steady," she whispered. "You've done a completely decent job. You've never left me with steady legs."
I crossed my arms over my chest, nodding. "All right. I'll take that. But I've never fucked you to sleep before. That's a damn shame."
Annette bunched her skirt in her hands, slowly lifting it up and over her head. "Then maybe it's time we try that."
When her dress hit the floor, I lunged for her, tumbling to the bed with her above me. I rolled her, settling in the notch between her legs. My cock, that mindless servant, flexed toward her heat as I leaned down to meet her lips, lacing a silent "I think I love you" every kiss.
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Dust
v. To lightly sprinkle a dry ingredient such as flour, meal, or powdered sugar on a baked good or other surface.
Annette
Brooke: Where can I get a complete Thanksgiving dinner in the middle of August?
Brooke: I don't mean the ingredients. I'm talking about the fully cooked meal. Especially the goddamn mashed potatoes. I want to order it and have it delivered to the house. I could probably send someone to pick it up but I'd rather have it delivered.
Annette: Harris Farms might do that for you in November but I'm not sure they're taking orders now.
Annette: Why?
Brooke: You wouldn't believe me if I told you so I'm not going to tell you.
Annette: Okay. Sure. Nothing weird about that.
Annette: Do you want to meet up tonight? We could go somewhere outside of town where people don't know us and they won't ask personal questions while taking our drink orders.
Brooke: I'd love to but I can't.
Brooke: Tell Jackson to take you on a real date. You two spend too much time fucking each other's brains out at his house.
Brooke: I can't believe I just said that.
Annette: Same.
Brooke: You can't believe it because you think I say the first things that come into my mind. I can't believe it because I am now realizing I think two people can spend too much time having sex.
Annette: Jackson is at a town council meeting tonight.
Brooke: Boring. If I wasn't stuck here, I'd definitely get dinner with you tonight.
Brooke: But you should go. It'll be fun.
Annette: You just said town council meetings are boring.
Brooke: You know how to have fun with them. Bring a flask, make a game out of it.
Brooke: Better yet, make a sexy game out of it. Put on something cute and cross your legs a lot. You won't be able to walk right when Jackson's done with you.
Annette: I do have some lemon squares here…
Brooke: I don't know how that figures into my recommendation but go for it, babe.
