Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much gratitude, all at once.
I’m about to tell him so when Parker cocks his head with a tragic sigh. “But those panties are going to be a problem.”
I glance down, then back up, arching a brow. “What? Why? I think they’re cute.”
“They are cute. Very cute, and I don’t want to stain them.” His thumb hooks into the waistband of the lace on one side, tugging just enough to make my breath catch. “But I have chocolate in this bowl, F.C., and I need to play with it.”
“And play with me,” I murmur, grinning as he nods. “Well, then, why don’t I just make sure they’re out of your way?”
A beat later, my panties are off, too, and Parker is spooning chocolate cake mix onto my nipple.
The batter is cold against my skin—thick and sticky—sliding down the curve of my breast before Parker catches it with his tongue. The shock of it makes me yelp, then laugh, then moan, as he licks me like he’s starved for my skin. My nipple goes tight under the scrape of his teeth, and heat floods between my legs.
I grab the shelf behind me for balance as he drizzles chocolate over my other breast. It drips toward my ribs, and he follows the trail, licking, sucking, making us both groan.
“Parker, we have another problem,” I whisper, my voice breathy.
He glances up, chocolate smeared on his lips. “Yes?”
“You missed a spot.” I tilt my hips.
His grin is pure sin as he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re right. Let me take care of that right away.”
A second later, my very bad man is on his knees again, spooning batter low across my belly, smearing it with his fingers, licking it off one slow stroke at a time. When his tongue slides between my thighs, I nearly collapse, gasping his name, grinding against his mouth like it’s been way more than thirty-something hours since he made me come.
Meanwhile, he keeps reaching up to tease my nipples, whispering filthy sweet things against my skin, ensuring that by the time he finally wraps my legs around his waist, I’m wild for him.
“Yes, God, yes,” I gasp as he fills me deep, stretching me in that delicious way only he ever has.
He takes me slowly, carefully, at first—then harder, faster—as I urge him on with my heels against his ass. There’s no discomfort this time, no reason to go slow, only the heat burning between us and the need to have him as close as humanly possible.
“Love you,” I gasp as I near the edge. “Love you so much.”
“Forever,” he swears, making my chest ache with happiness. With hope. “Love you so much, baby. Fuck, I’m going to come. Come with me, Mack, come with me.”
“Yes,” I promise, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash through me, bright and beautiful.
He groans my name, his cock jerking deep inside as he fills me.
Suddenly, I remember the other thing I wanted to talk to him about…
“What if I change my mind about kids?” I whisper after, as we’re both catching our breath against the now disordered shelves. The canned beans are all on their sides, and half the spices are on the ground, but it’s nothing we can’t clean up in a few minutes.
And this question feels more important than making sure the rice container doesn’t tip the rest of the way over and spill.
He pulls back, breath still coming faster as he searches my face. “You don’t have to change your mind. I told you, I—”
“I know,” I cut in. “But I really love Chaz. And I love you. I started thinking, while we were at her place…” I shrug. “I don’t know. I obviously don’t want to rush into anything, but it made me think that maybe we could make a different kind of home. A different kind of family. One that’s a safe place.”
“The safest place,” he echoes.
“Yeah,” I say, so relieved that he gets it.
“You’re already my safe place.” His lips curve in a soft smile that makes my chest even tighter. “But yeah, I’d be open to adding a few rugrats to our safe place someday. If we both decide it feels right.” He hugs me closer. “I’m open to anything with you, Mack. I want to do all the things we dreamed about when we were kids and more.”
I nod, grinning as I whisper, “Me, too.”
He presses his forehead to mine, making my smile stretch even wider as he says, “And we should make cake every weekend. I really love making cake with you.”
I giggle. “I love making cake with you, too. But we should clean up and get dressed before the timer goes off. Then, while the cakes are cooling, I’ll show you how to make icing.”