Oak unlocks his truck and opens the back door for Connor. Before he gets in he makes a face at him. “That can’t taste better than mint chocolate chip.”
Oak laughs, the joke lost on Connor. “Trust me, champ, best flavor ever.”
Needing this conversation to end now before I die I say to Connor, “Put your seatbelt on and keep it on.”
“Yes, mom,” he says, shaking his head, but there’s happiness shinning in his eyes.
After he puts his seat belt on I close the door. Then, placing my hands on my hips I pin a glare on Oak.
“What?” He tries to act innocent but knows damn well what.
“Honey, really?”
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me flush against him. “In truth, you taste even sweeter than honey.”
“Oak,” I warn.
“The kid has no idea, Grace. You really going to stay mad at me for a sexual innuendo?”
I pretend to contemplate it, keeping a stern expression. I bite down on my lower lip and a low grunt rips from the base of his throat.
Releasing my lip with his thumb his eyes are molten with desire.
“And if I do?”
“I don’t think you’ll want to, baby.”
“And why not?”
He opens the passenger door and as he lifts me up to place me in the seat he says in my ear, “Because I’ll keep taking you to the edge without ever giving you release.”
“You wouldn’t dare edge me, big guy.”
He smirks. “Why not, baby?”
“Because you’re not the only one who knows how to play that game.”
“Well then,” he says as he straps me in, “I guess we’ll see who begs first.”
I raise a challenging brow. “It won’t be me.”
“We’ll see,” he says confidently.
Gracie Mae
Oak and I have been subtly fore-playing one another ever since he laid down his challenge.
But now, with it just being the two of us, we no longer have to hold back. All thoseinnocenttouches and subtle foreplays have left the both of us craving for more. And now the both of us don't have to fight fair.
Now the real challenge begins.
Oak stares me down hungrily as he leans against the door frame to his bedroom. His impressive arms that show his veins due to his muscle are crossed over his chest.
I have always been a sucker for Oak's arms. I swear arm porn is a thing and my man has it down to a fucking science.
My eyes continue their perusal of his magnificent body. As they do the air only charges between us and the hunger only intensifies.
Oak raises a brow, his voice gruff, "Are you going to continue eye-fucking me or are you going to get that pretty little ass over here and do something about it?"
