“If I—” I gasp, my hips surging against his hand. “If you tell me your name, I’ll let you come up my ass.”
He startles. I can hear the breathing change, his tongue against his teeth like he’s going to say—
“Winnie!” my mom calls. “Who are you talking to?”
The fuck—
“You’re not on your phone, are you? I was reading an AARP report that said you can mess up your wrist spending too much time on your phone.”
The light to the living room flicks on.
“Mom!” I panic.
“Oh, good. You’re up. I’m going to start on your dinner-date prep. Your dad wants miniature beef Wellingtons, he says, for the appetizers.”
“I—” I gulp and turn back, but the room is empty. He’s gone.
“I’ll help.”
It isn’t until later—afterI’ve cleaned all the mushrooms and rolled out the pastry—that I find it.
The note.
Typewritten.
I’m going to fuck your ass while you drown choking on my cum.
21
FITZ
Ihave the note for Winnie in my pocket. I spent all night typing and editing, remembering the smell of her, fantasizing about her taste.
If only we hadn’t been interrupted.
I don’t feel guilty at all breaking into her house and leaving her a surprise while she is sleeping.
Next time, I’m fucking her awake.
She wants it too.
Tell me your name, and I’ll let you come in my ass.
The note in my pocket crumples under my fist.
She’s got one of those fancy doorbells I always wanted, like in the movies.
The chimes ring through the house.
Winnie looks frazzled when she opens the door. “Fitz? What the—what are you doing here?” Winnie startles, her eyes big.
“Are you going to invite me in, Creampuff?” I’m not a vampire, of course. I don’t actually need an invitation to come into her house.
She doesn’t say anything, just gives me that wide-eyed stare, her lips slightly parted. I brush past her, using the excuse to let my hand linger on the small of her back briefly. I want to sweep her into my arms and kiss her until she’s begging again for my cock.
God, it was so easy to make her a wet, pleading mess.
Addictively easy.
