pleasure slipped between Taryn’s lips.
“Errol,” she whispered. “I want to feel you.”
He nudged his hard-on against the moist opening that awaited him. “You feel that?”
“Not enough.”
He nudged in a bit deeper. “How’s that?”
She smiled. While she enjoyed the game of long and torturous foreplay, she thought it’d also be fun to turn the tables. “Yes, that’s good.”
Errol remained silent for a long stunned moment. “Maybe a little more.”
“No,” she snapped, pulling away suddenly. “That’s enough just like that.” Swinging her hips back and forth, she lightly played over the tip of Errol’s erection. Biting back a smile, she said, “Just like that… that’s real nice.”
More stunned silence.
“Yeah,” she groaned as she pushed over him just a little bit more. “That’s real nice.”
“Don’t you want it all?”
“This is perfect.” As she continued the half play over his shaft, she heard his distinct frustration as he exhaled a long, slow breath.
“The hell it is,” Errol finally growled. He dug his fingers into her hips, took a firm grip and roughly pulled her to him as he plowed his engorged shaft in deep as far as it would go. “Tell me how you like that now.”
No words came to her. No words could describe how she felt; how he made her feel. All that came past her lips was an animal groan that begged for more.
Chapter 9
“ I think it’s time we start considering returning to Paris,” Tar said as she stirred her coffee. They’d been up for all of fifteen minutes and she’d been looking for the best way to bring the topic up. In the end, she decided to just come out with it.
“Why? Don’t you like it here?” Errol flipped a few fluffy pancakes onto a plate. The whole house smelled cozy, warm, sweet.
“I love it, but I do have a restaurant I have to tend to, remember?” She dropped a handful of blueberries over the pancakes and poured thick, dark maple syrup over it all. Running her finger over the lip of the syrup bottle, she cleaned off the stray drop of sweet liquid and licked her delicious finger.
He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. “You want to go back to New York?”
“Errol, you knew I was just coming out to see you only for the weekend. I have responsibilities back home.”
“I realize that, but I thought… what with my crew at your restaurant, and didn’t you say your mom was back on her feet? What’s the rush? I’ve been getting word from Brent back home that things are going very well. They’ve grown accustomed to the menu at Sam’s and they’re very comfortable working there. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that my mother is just barely back on her feet. She went back to the restaurant for the first time yesterday. With Bobby still caught up in his classes, and spending all his free time working on his own recipes, he won’t be around to help her out. Despite the help of your crew there are still a lot of other things to tend to… like all the paper work, ordering food, preparing advertisements. I don’t want her to over exert herself. I don’t want her to do it all by herself.”
“Tar, these past two weeks have been hell for me. Haven’t they been hell for you?”
“Sure they have, but I try to call you as often as I can.”
“And I appreciate that, but it’s not like having you here. I mean, the phone sex is great and I love the sound of your sexy voice… you always turn me on and it doesn’t take long, but… I’m not the type of man who’s meant to be celibate, Tar. Your voice and my hand can only do so much. ”
She shot him a hard and accusing glare, but immediately softened it. “What are you trying to tell me, Errol?”
“Don’t look at me like that, honey. I’m not saying anything other than I want you here, with me. I need you here, in the flesh. For crying out loud, if
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