Tease him, of course! And make him bed for it!
Excerpt from Puffy & Precious
It was after midnight when we pulled the chocolate pound cake out of the oven. Max’s kitchen was covered in flour dust, sugar crystals, and dessert. We made red velvet cookies, rhubarb pie bites, blueberry doughnuts, chocolate dipped marshmallow stuffed strawberry pops, cherry fudge, cannoli dip with shell chips, and red and blue sprinkled vanilla cake pops.
I was exhausted.
I stifled a yawn and hoped Graham wouldn’t take it as a sign that I wanted him to leave. After the first orgasm he gave me I felt like I could stay up all night long to bake and have sex, but it was fading.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?”
“No,” I said on a yawn. “Well, maybe a little. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to finish what we started earlier.”
“I don’t want to mess up your meeting, Ab.”
I wanted to hear him call me that when he was inside me. Over me. Under me. I just wanted him.
“It would mess with my meeting even more if I went in there this wound up.”
“So I’m just a stress reliever?” he joked.
“Best one I’ve ever met.”
“Do we need to cover any of this stuff? Or put it in the fridge?”
I shook my head. “It’ll be fine until morning. I, on the other hand, will not. But if you’re not up to it, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
“Not gonna happen, Ab. Get your ass in that bedroom.”
I whirled on him, hands on hips. “Excuse me?”
“Please, Abby. Don’t make me beg. I’m not above it.”
He got down on his knees and was still almost eye level with me. He pressed his head to my chest and nuzzled. I laughed and he did it again. My nipples tried to say hi through my shirt and Graham turned his head. I watched, mesmerized, as his lips closed over one of my nipples. His arms circled me, one hand splayed across my back, holding me in place. My hands went to his head, securing him to me.
He drew my nipple into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it. The cotton of my tank top dulled the sensation. I needed his tongue on my skin. The night had been impossible to survive. Max’s kitchen was barely big enough for two people, but when one of them was the size of a truck, we needed a kitchen three times as big. He brushed against me every time he moved. More than once I wanted to turn off the oven and heat up the bedroom instead, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t nail the presentation for Mayor Ramsey.
Graham stood with his arms locked around me, his mouth still toying with my nipple. I clutched his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall and let him carry me to the bedroom.