“William or Harry show up? I’m not sure their wives would appreciate that, though.”
I giggle. “No. It was a man who showed up wearing a long, purple robe and a giant crown. I just turned and walked out.”
He chuckles, but it’s polite. Familiar. That familiarI’ve oversharedfeeling creeps in.
“I suspect the dates will only get weirder.”
“Can we not talk about the app anymore?” Ken asks.
“What do you want to talk about?”
His tongue slides over his lips as his gaze drops to mine. “I’m hoping we stop talking altogether. That what we do tonight will help make your decision clearer.”
My mind races, but he kisses me—soft at first—and thoughts disappear. All I can focus on is his mouth on mine. The way he lays me back on the couch and shifts his weight to avoid crushing me.
“I was just looking for my happily ever after,” I murmur against his lips. “It’s all a girl really wants.”
“Not just girls,” he says, tugging my shirt up. “I want to take care of you, Holly.”
I lift my back up off of the couch and raise my arms to help him pull it over me and onto the ground. The confession makes me tingle. I want him to take care of me, too. Make me feel great as he has me moaning out his name.
His hand slides behind my back to unclasp my bra before I can lie back down, and my bra quickly follows.
“Are you looking for your happily ever after or more of a happy ending?” I tease as he pinches and twists my nipples.
“Both,” he says between kisses.
His mouth moves down to my neck, then my breasts, nipping until I whimper. He smiles at the sounds I make, and he moves lower, swirling his tongue in my belly button—something no one’s ever done before. It’s surprisingly erotic.
Goosebumps spread as he slowly slides my skirt up in a torturous tease. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Thank God.”
He bunches my skirt at my waist and pulls my panties down my thighs as I lift my ass up to help. Sitting up, he slides them off my legs before kissing his way from my ankle to the apex of my thighs. Before diving in, he looks up.
God, he’s sexy.
His mouth is warm, his tongue a little too active, but he’s not bad at this. He flicks his tongue, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s tentative at first, and then too intense. I shift, ready to push him away until he backs off enough to be pleasurable.
“Ken,” I moan, shoving stray thoughts—like theBarbiemovie—out of my head.
Every time I inch closer to my release, his rhythm breaks. Just as I start to rise again, he switches techniques. It doesn’t take long before he gives up, and I groan in frustration because if he’d just kept a steady pace, I could’ve gotten there.
Ken smirks up at me, and he gets off the couch to strip himself naked. Considering all I have on is my skirt, I take the opportunity to match him skin for skin.
Even frustrated, I can’t help but find his physique impressive. He’s ripped, even though I doubt he has much time to work out, and he’s more than impressive beneath the waist. Not overly large, but not simply average, either.
“Like what you see?”
I nod, biting my lip.
Moving forward, he places his cock in front of my face. I know what he wants, and I take him into my mouth, sucking just on the tip as he gasps.
“Holly, yeah… take more.”
I expect him to reach down and finish what he started manually, but he doesn’t. He braces himself on the couch, thrusting into my mouth and making me gag a bit.
