She smacked my arm. “You do not.”
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her toward me “We do. It’s a huge tradition.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in love with you.”
That had the desired effect as she spun around in my arms and pressed her lips against mine. “Okay, we can carve pumpkins naked. How’s that for a compromise?”
“You promise you’ll be naked?”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
“Deal.” Naked pumpkin carving. This would be a great new tradition.
“So you’ve been out buying pumpkins all this time?”
“I went to see a flat as well.”
“Oh, you didn’t mention it.” A stabbing pain jolted my stomach. She was planning her life without me. She was getting ready to move on. “How was it?”
“Vile. It only just came on the market and the agent was so pushy when she called me about it, but it was horrible.”
“You know I paid the rent on this place until March. I did it earlier in the week. I didn’t want you to be . . .You know, so you can take your time.” Even if she was prepared to come to New York, she would have to give notice and I knew she didn’t want to have to live with Leah and Daniel.
Her eyes softened as she looked at me but she didn’t say anything. This was the perfect time to discuss the after, the future.
“Anna?”
“That’s really . . . you’re amazing.” She reached around my neck and into my hair. God, I loved the feel of her hands in my hair.
“Anna? We need to talk.”
One hand released my hair and rubbed against my hardening cock. She wasn’t subtle in her distraction technique. “Soon,” she whispered rubbing up and down. I should stop her and make her talk but she knew how to get exactly what she wanted.
“When?” I groaned.
She unzipped my zipper and her hand slid inside my pants.
“Sunday. Right now, I want you inside me.”
I woketo the sound of her hairdryer and watched her at the dressing table doing her hair. For some reason, I loved watching her get ready. It was fascinating to me. The lotions and the potions and the nine different types of everything. She looked incredible before the ritual began so I wasn’t sure why she bothered. She looked most beautiful just aftershe came, which was the argument I’d used to keep her naked all morning.
Naked pumpkin carving had quickly turned into naked fucking, my new favorite Thanksgiving tradition. I’d tried to convince her that we could cancel on my sister but it hadn’t worked and so I stayed in bed while she banned me from coming anywhere near her while she got ready. For some reason she didn’t like the idea of smelling of sex when we went to my sister’s.
“You look beautiful,” I said as she switched the hairdryer off.
“You always say that,” she said, still facing away from me, but meeting my eye in the mirror.
“Because it’s true.”
“Get in the shower, you bum.”
“Will you rub me down? My dick is really dirty.”
She laughed. “Are you fifteen years old? You’d think that I deprive you? We’ve spent most of our day focused on your penis.”
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