My vagina’s expectations of sex for the rest of my life have been reset with just his fingers.
Oh my god.
As for the rest of what I want—I’m just this side of shaky at knowing we nearly got caught naked in a restaurant kitchen, but the thrill.
The thrill.
And one very, very delicious chocolate chip cookie on top of it.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell him around a mouthful of cookie.
Again, he doesn’t answer.
But I catch the way his lips tip up in the corner.
Theo Monroe isn’ttrouble.
He’s troubleand more.
And I’ve only just started discovering themore.
23
Theo
My balls are blue.My cock is permanently hard. And Laney Kingston has ruined me for all other womenever.
I knew this would happen. I knew I was already at the tipping point of falling for her. I knew it would barely take a nudge before I’d be tumbling head over heels all over again, dreaming, wishing,hopingthat this will end differently than it would’ve in high school, even though I know better.
I know I’m a vacation fuck.
I know I’m a moment of breaking free.
I know she’ll go back into the cute little perfect box she’s supposed to live in the minute her plane touches back down in Denver in a few days, and I know the day she hears what I do for a side hustle, she’ll be horrified with herself.
But I’m still mellow as a fucking mushroom as I open the bungalow door for her.
She’s happy.
Glowing.
Relaxed.
That’s what matters.
Right now, she’s happy.
Tomorrow, I’ll care that I’m happy too. But a quick shower with a nice little yanky-yanky on the ol’ dick will go a long way to fixing my junk, at least.
At least, that’s the plan until I look inside the bungalow. “Fuck,” I gasp.
The door’s open.
The kittens’ bedroom door.
It’s open.
My heart stops. The bottom of my stomach drops out.
