“Be still my heart, you got extra pickles.”
I sure as hell have pickles for her. I reach into the other bag I brought with and set a jar of baby dills on her desk. Her eyes go wide and starry, and I’ll buy her pickles by the caseful if I can see that look again.
“Will that satisfy your pickle craving?” I ask, taking a big ol’ bite of cheeseburger, satisfied with myself.
“No,” she answers coyly.
I choke so hard on that cheeseburger, I actually fear for my life for a second there.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” She climbs to her feet, rounding the desk quickly.
I nod my head to reassure her as she kneels before me, resting her hands on my thighs. That doesn’t help me one bit,especially now that I have a view down her shirt.
“I’m dying…” I whisper hoarsely, and her eyes get big but then crinkle at the corners with humor because she realizes I’m talking.
“You’re not dying,” she teases, pushing playfully at my chest, and I grab her hand, pushing it down my stomach until she realizes exactly what I mean. Her sexy red lips pucker into the cutest little “OH”, and she glances at my length, now straining against my jeans, then back up to my face.She’s so flipping cute.
“I beg to differ.”
When she licks her lips, my dick jerks against her palm and a breathy giggle leaves her lips.
“Oh, you want to laugh now, do ya?” I bend down and grasp her around the waist, tickling her ribs and getting the squeal I was hoping for considering she was just snickering while looking at my hard cock.
“Mercy!” she cries out, and I stop, turning my grasp into a caress. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. Slipping my hands under her ass, I lift her up from the floor into my lap. She gives a little squeak of delight.
“You pick me up like I weigh nothing. I’m not a tiny little thing, you know?”
“I guess it’s good I ate my protein this morning.” I grin devilishly at her, teasing her. “You’re perfect. Curves in all the right places. Soft in all the right places. I don’t like to cuddle sticks.”
“You and your words.”
“Mmmm…” I murmur against her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfumed skin.
“Pizza and Netflix tonight?” she asks, almost timidly. I pull back from her neck to read her eyes when it occurs to me what she’s implying. My heart starts racing at the mere idea of it.
“Any movie you want, babe.”
“And perhaps you’d like to sleep over?” she asks, eyeing me with those big brown eyes before dropping to my lips. I’m a goner.
“Wrapped around you all night is the only place I want to be.”
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Ava
I finger my tousled locks in the mirror, cleaning up the corners of my lips while making sure none of my bright red lipstick strayed or made it to my teeth. I hope he likes what I’m throwing tonight. I smooth out the form-fitting, red v-neck tee Sydney gave me a few weeks ago because she decided she suddenly had too much red in her closet and needed to diversify. It looks good. My breasts aren’t ginormous by any means, but I’d say they’re a good man handful and a half. Adjusting my neckline, I admire how the black lace cups of the balconette I’m wearing just add a bit of somethin’ somethin’ to my cleavage.
My doorbell chimes, and I practically skip to the door. When I open it, I’m greeted with sex on a stick leaning in my doorway like the Italian stallion he knows he is. He’s got icecream in one hand, a small overnight bag slung over a shoulder, and a posy of asters in his other hand. My heart all but melts. I’ve managed to score a burger, pickles, ice cream, and flowers all in one day! To think, the night’s not even really started...
“Mmmm. Hi, Bella…”
“Hey…”
He steps inside, kisses me on the cheek, and walks straight to the freezer, dropping off his bag onto a barstool along the way. He looks as if he’s on a mission. After setting that inside, he goes straight to the cabinet under the sink that has my vases. How’d he remember that? I guess he really did get acquainted with my kitchen when he was cooking the pizza a while back.
I lean against the island countertop, making sure to display my cleavage, while watching him move around my kitchen like he owns the place. He’ll notice soon enough. He smiles a small smile as he fills the vase with water, but his eyes whip back quickly to the skin peeking out at him when he truly notices how I’m resting. Suppressing a giggle, I press them together a little more and the vase he’s filling loses contact with the running water as he struggles to complete his task. Mark clears his throat before placing the flowers inside and setting them in the center of the island.
“Those are beautiful, thank you.”
