“Medium well.” She winked. “Mayo, mustard, ketchup, onion, tomato. No pickle. I’ll even fry some potatoes and onions. I know what you like.”
I wrapped my hand around her neck, tugged her to me, and kissed her. Once, then again. And another time. It was our thing. And I liked it. “I love you. I’m sorry.”
“I love you too. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
* * *
Demi
Summer, This Year
“We’re goingto be late for our flight.”
Duke jogged down the stairs, carry-on luggage in hand. “We’ll make it.”
Blake’s wedding was next week. We’d decided to spend the next month in Michigan. The extended visit would serve two purposes—the wedding and the annual Young in Love Family Retreat. Duke also planned to tell the family about his son.
After months of avoiding the topic at family functions, I’d finally put my foot down and told him it was time to man up. He’d ultimately agreed, but wanted to do it when Ma was too busy to ask questions.
I could tell he was nervous, even though he’d tried to play it off. So I decided to help him relieve some tension. Starting now.
Duke grumbled a string of curses as he looked for his wallet on the countertop. We basically lived together without really saying we lived together. He’d kept his place and I hadn’t sold my condo, but we didn’t spend nights apart unless we weren’t in the same state. It was a foregone conclusion that we were going to be together. And I was here for it all.
“Baby, have you seen my wallet?”
“Nope,” I chirped. “But I wanted you to see my new apron. I bought it so that I could be your sous chef.”
“Pack it.” He rummaged around in the junk drawer. “You can film with me when we get to the house.”
We closed on Dex’s house months ago and had recently completed a mini-reno of the space, with Preston’s assistance. I couldn’t wait to see it. “I think you’ll want to see this right now.”
“We don’t have time,” he murmured, his eyes still scanning the area. “I hope I didn’t leave it at my place.”
“I’m sure it’s somewhere around here,” I grumbled, frustrated that he’d yet to turn around. “Turn around, Duke.”
Sighing, he whirled around, pausing when he finally noticed me. His eyes raked over me, from my bare feet to the apron that I wore. And nothing else. He smirked. “I thought you said we had a flight.”
“We do. We got time.”
He placed his arms on either side of me, caging me in. Leaning down, he sucked the base of my neck, running his thumbs over my nipples. He tugged at the string. “I like this. But you can’t wear this to film.”
I grinned. “I hadn’t planned to wear it for the masses.” The garment was a red, lacy apronteddy, complete with a matching thong. “But I’m willing to let you film me for your own personal collection.”
Duke growled, sucking my nipple through the thin fabric. “Let me get my camera.” He bolted up the stairs and returned a few minutes later with his setup. It didn’t take him long to get everything ready and soon he pressedrecord. He stepped in between my legs and ran his finger over my clit. I let my head fall back as he trailed wet kisses down my neck, over my breasts, and my stomach. I groaned when he buried his face in my pussy, licking me from front to back and dipping his tongue inside before he sucked my clit into his hungry mouth. I held his head there, riding his face until I climaxed against his tongue.
Duke stood, his thick erection evident from the tent in his jeans. I sat up, unbuckled his belt, and pushed his pants down. I hopped off the counter and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth. His low curse spurred me on as I took him deeper, my eyes locked on his. I loved it, watching him receive pleasure from me. I sucked him hard, alternating in suction strength as I cupped his balls in my palm.
“Shit,” he groaned.
I hummed against him, reveling in the feel of him against my tongue, the taste of his skin. I wanted to draw it out, but I knew he would want to be inside me sooner than later. So I increased my pace, bringing him higher and higher, until he spilled his seed down my throat.
Standing, I wiped my mouth. “So good,” I murmured.
Duke’s gaze dropped to my lips a second before he kissed me, sucking on my tongue until my knees gave out. He lifted me in his arms, perching me on the edge of the countertop and sliding inside me. So slow, I could feel every inch of him. He thrust forward hard.
I gasped. “Duke,” I breathed.
“I can’t stop wanting you.” He nipped my jaw. “I want you like this every day.” He accentuated each word with a thrust, and I fell back onto the countertop, giving him control once again. He fucked me hard, but slow. And I loved every minute of the magic we made together.
