out the earphones. “Hello, darling.”
She gestured to his shoulder. “Another trademark?”
“It was my declaration of independence, actually. But, yes, it"s become a trademark.”
“Independence from whom?”
“My father mostly, but also from me. I knew I was way too fortunate to ever feel sorry for myself.”
“Will you tell me about it?”
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He continued stirring an egg mixture at the counter. “Sometime, when we"re in the mood for drama, but right now I want to feed you and laugh some more.”
“It"s a deal, sweet wild thing.”
He turned and crossed to the island, the green eyes gazing at her steadily.
Then he smiled. “Hungry?”
“Horses are in fear for their lives, but I will do anything for some of that coffee.”
He waggled the arched brows. “Anything?”
“Try me.”
With a grin, he handed her a cup of coffee and put cream and sugar in front of her on the island. “If you"ll do „anything" for a cup of coffee, what might you do for one of these, my pretty?” And with a flourish he produced a plate with a still-steaming scone, dripping with icing.
“What is this, you evil tempter?”
“What does it smell like?”
She sniffed. And sighed. “Oh God, lemon. It"s a lemon scone. Don"t tell me you made this yourself, or I may have to suck your cock for twenty-four hours solid.”
“On your knees, woman. Made this morning with these lily-white hands.”
She stuck her finger in the icing and licked it meaningfully. “Well, now I"m confused, since I don"t know which one I want to eat first, this scone or your cock.”
He leaned over the island, having to jump up on it to do so because of its width, and kissed her lightly. “The scones are hot.”
“So are you.”
“Thank you, Em.”
This man was way more than a pretty face. And what had he said about insecurities? Hard to believe.
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She took one melting, orgasmic taste of the scone, not his cock—lemon, flaky, altogether her idea of a good time. Of course, so was his cock. Her eyes closed, and she gave a little moan.
“You like?”
“Divine.”
“I"ll have scrambled eggs and turkey bacon to go with it in a second when Jake gets here.”
“Where is our fearless lover, I mean leader?” She bit again.
He grinned. “Checking e-mail, where else? He has this really tough boss.”
She looked up into the shining green eyes. “Roan, I am so sorry about how hard I work him. With your travel schedule and his being late every night, it must be tough to see each other.”
He added seasoning to his egg mixture. “Don"t even think it. He"s the one driving himself. He loves his work, and he loves working with you. He just wakes me up when he gets home so we can snuggle.”
They were both quiet for a minute, absorbed in scones and thoughts.
“Can I ask you a funny question?” She licked a little scone from her lips.
“Shoot.”
“Since you"re a five”—she gave him a sideways grin—“how did you get so good at oral sex?”
“Why thank you, ma"am, high praise. Actually, it was back in high school; that"s how I kept from having to fuck girls without coming out. I lived in that small town I told you about, and I realized if everyone knew I was gay, my parents would have no end of grief, even if they"d been able to handle it themselves. So I dated a lot of girls, but once they got a look at my cock, most of them got scared of having sex with me.” He laughed. “That"s how I came to love eating pussy.”
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“You"re kidding. That has to be the most ungay thing a man can do. I mean, fucking a woman is probably a little like fucking a man, and a woman sucking your dick has to be somewhat similar too. But guys don"t have pussies.”
“I know. Crazy, isn"t it? I"ve always loved it. So, anyway, I"d eat the high school girls out, and then they didn"t want to fuck. A few wanted to suck my cock, I guess just to see if they could, but that wasn"t so bad, like
She gestured to his shoulder. “Another trademark?”
“It was my declaration of independence, actually. But, yes, it"s become a trademark.”
“Independence from whom?”
“My father mostly, but also from me. I knew I was way too fortunate to ever feel sorry for myself.”
“Will you tell me about it?”
Genetic Attraction
49
He continued stirring an egg mixture at the counter. “Sometime, when we"re in the mood for drama, but right now I want to feed you and laugh some more.”
“It"s a deal, sweet wild thing.”
He turned and crossed to the island, the green eyes gazing at her steadily.
Then he smiled. “Hungry?”
“Horses are in fear for their lives, but I will do anything for some of that coffee.”
He waggled the arched brows. “Anything?”
“Try me.”
With a grin, he handed her a cup of coffee and put cream and sugar in front of her on the island. “If you"ll do „anything" for a cup of coffee, what might you do for one of these, my pretty?” And with a flourish he produced a plate with a still-steaming scone, dripping with icing.
“What is this, you evil tempter?”
“What does it smell like?”
She sniffed. And sighed. “Oh God, lemon. It"s a lemon scone. Don"t tell me you made this yourself, or I may have to suck your cock for twenty-four hours solid.”
“On your knees, woman. Made this morning with these lily-white hands.”
She stuck her finger in the icing and licked it meaningfully. “Well, now I"m confused, since I don"t know which one I want to eat first, this scone or your cock.”
He leaned over the island, having to jump up on it to do so because of its width, and kissed her lightly. “The scones are hot.”
“So are you.”
“Thank you, Em.”
This man was way more than a pretty face. And what had he said about insecurities? Hard to believe.
50
Tara Lain
She took one melting, orgasmic taste of the scone, not his cock—lemon, flaky, altogether her idea of a good time. Of course, so was his cock. Her eyes closed, and she gave a little moan.
“You like?”
“Divine.”
“I"ll have scrambled eggs and turkey bacon to go with it in a second when Jake gets here.”
“Where is our fearless lover, I mean leader?” She bit again.
He grinned. “Checking e-mail, where else? He has this really tough boss.”
She looked up into the shining green eyes. “Roan, I am so sorry about how hard I work him. With your travel schedule and his being late every night, it must be tough to see each other.”
He added seasoning to his egg mixture. “Don"t even think it. He"s the one driving himself. He loves his work, and he loves working with you. He just wakes me up when he gets home so we can snuggle.”
They were both quiet for a minute, absorbed in scones and thoughts.
“Can I ask you a funny question?” She licked a little scone from her lips.
“Shoot.”
“Since you"re a five”—she gave him a sideways grin—“how did you get so good at oral sex?”
“Why thank you, ma"am, high praise. Actually, it was back in high school; that"s how I kept from having to fuck girls without coming out. I lived in that small town I told you about, and I realized if everyone knew I was gay, my parents would have no end of grief, even if they"d been able to handle it themselves. So I dated a lot of girls, but once they got a look at my cock, most of them got scared of having sex with me.” He laughed. “That"s how I came to love eating pussy.”
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“You"re kidding. That has to be the most ungay thing a man can do. I mean, fucking a woman is probably a little like fucking a man, and a woman sucking your dick has to be somewhat similar too. But guys don"t have pussies.”
“I know. Crazy, isn"t it? I"ve always loved it. So, anyway, I"d eat the high school girls out, and then they didn"t want to fuck. A few wanted to suck my cock, I guess just to see if they could, but that wasn"t so bad, like
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