“Take me inside, before the whole suburb hears how I was ranting about your—”
“?‘Dick.’?” I smile. “You said ‘dick’…”
“Have I told you lately that I hate you?”
She starts making her way up the front steps, and having her here feels so damn right.
“Oh, please. You don’t hate me. You adore me…”
“I have no idea how you came to that conclusion.”
I shrug. “You’re here.”
“Physically, sure. But my brain is on some astral plane far, far away.”
“That’s cool with me. Who wants a girl with a brain anyway?” I smirk.
I know I need to stop pushing my luck, but she’s so easy to rile up.
“Not the Punisher, that’s for sure,” she deadpans.
“You sure loved being punished, though,” I say, with a triumphant smile.
“Eww!” She covers her ears. “Shut the fuck up.”
I grip her wrists. “Punish me, please! Yes, Donny, yes!”
She bursts out laughing and punches my arm. “Oh my God—stop!”
“Ouch!”
“I’m warning you—next time it’ll be my knee, and I’ll be aiming a lot lower.”
“I like it when you talk dirty to me…” I wink.
“You drive me insane—you know that?”
That makes two of us…
“Ready to explore Wolinski World?”
I offer her a hand, and she accepts with a ceremonial flourish. As I lead her into the hall, I squeeze her fingers for good measure. I could get used to this.I want to get used to this.
I could let go, but I don’t—not until she looks at me meaningfully, tugging her hand away.
I help her wriggle out of her jacket and hang it on the coat tree while she gets her bearings.
“The kitchen’s this way.”
I follow behind her, taking in the view. Her ass is incredible. She glances over her shoulder.
“What are you looking at?”
Fuck!I shuffle through my options. I could downplay it, I guess—but I’m feeling playful.
“I was just thinking about what you said earlier—about being too fat for the dress. I personally think it makes your ass look amazing.”
She laughs. “I knew you were checking me out! You could’ve at least tried to deny it.”
