the counter.” He
gestured with his shoulder, and she went to grab two bright blue stoneware
plates and matching mugs for the coffee he’d set to brew.
By the time the table was set and the food put in front of
her, she was beginning to think she hadn’t even scratched the surface of Justin
Norton.
She ate as wolfishly as the cat had for the first few
minutes, in between long sips of the most decadent coffee she’d ever tasted.
“I’ll throw away my birth control pills,” she declared after she’d devoured
half the omelet. “We’ll fuck like bunnies.”
“Half that statement’s true at least.” Grinning, Justin
ripped off a hunk of bread and dragged it through the cheese from the omelet
before feeding it to her across the table. “I’m guessing you like my cooking.”
She nipped his fingertips to make him laugh. “I like
everything about you pretty much. Especially since you’re like a big bag of
secrets. I thought I knew you, but nope, apparently not. Compared to you, I’m
an open book with nearly blank pages.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I never would’ve guessed innocent
Kylie Fisher knew all about sex toys.”
“There’s probably quite a few I don’t know about.” She bit
into a sausage link with relish. “And there’s definitely things I never got
into. Serious BDSM, for one. Don’t come near me with a cane or I’ll claw your
eyes out.”
“Duly noted.” Lips twitching, he picked up a forkful of
eggs. “No latent submissive tendencies?”
“Judging from my life? Hard to tell.” She shook her head
before he could comment. “I want an equal who’ll be submissive to me as often
as I’m submissive to him. And there’s something else I want.”
“What’s that?”
“For you to tell me how you got that tongue ring.”
“Story’s not nearly as sexy as you’re thinking it will be.”
He shrugged and sipped his coffee. “The kids razz me about stuff. I’m used to
it, and it’s sort of a bonding ritual. They say since I’m past thirty there’s
no way I could relate to what they’re going through. So one day Jared’s in my
office, and he’s showing off his new tongue piercing, bragging about how all
the chicks love it.”
“I bet,” she said under her breath.
“He asked me if I have a girlfriend, and the conversation
sort of devolved from there. Next thing I know he’s daring me to pierce my
tongue.” He shrugged again. “So I did. And what do you know?” He grinned.
“Chicks do like it.”
“So how many chicks have…liked it?”
“Thousands, naturally. Didn’t you see all the notches on the
bedpost?”
To keep from smiling at his easy tone and twinkling blue
eyes, she distracted herself by wrapping her feet around the rungs of her
chair. He kept the place so warm she wasn’t the slightest bit cold, even with
the frosty day outside. “I don’t normally sleep with men without knowing their
sexual history.”
“Want names and dates?” He scraped egg off his plate and
cupped a hand beneath his fork as he offered her the bite. “How about
rankings?”
She gripped his wrist and took the forkful into her mouth
while her mind whirled. Rankings made her think too much about Rob, who’d never
been satisfied with just her. At least not lately. Yet he’d called her cell all
night, claiming he wanted to make sure she was all right. She’d finally given
in and left him a quick voice mail after her shower, though she’d slipped and
told him she was at Justin’s. She’d always been careful to tell Rob that Justin
was just a friend—and he had been—but she regretted her slip. She so didn’t
want to get Justin involved in her messes.
After chewing and swallowing, she pasted on a smile. What
was done was done, and she’d be damned if she spent any more time thinking
about her ex. “So where do I rate?”
“You even have to ask?”
She licked her lips. “Yeah, I do.”
His gaze went from warm to hot in a finger snap. “Think I
need more evidence
gestured with his shoulder, and she went to grab two bright blue stoneware
plates and matching mugs for the coffee he’d set to brew.
By the time the table was set and the food put in front of
her, she was beginning to think she hadn’t even scratched the surface of Justin
Norton.
She ate as wolfishly as the cat had for the first few
minutes, in between long sips of the most decadent coffee she’d ever tasted.
“I’ll throw away my birth control pills,” she declared after she’d devoured
half the omelet. “We’ll fuck like bunnies.”
“Half that statement’s true at least.” Grinning, Justin
ripped off a hunk of bread and dragged it through the cheese from the omelet
before feeding it to her across the table. “I’m guessing you like my cooking.”
She nipped his fingertips to make him laugh. “I like
everything about you pretty much. Especially since you’re like a big bag of
secrets. I thought I knew you, but nope, apparently not. Compared to you, I’m
an open book with nearly blank pages.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I never would’ve guessed innocent
Kylie Fisher knew all about sex toys.”
“There’s probably quite a few I don’t know about.” She bit
into a sausage link with relish. “And there’s definitely things I never got
into. Serious BDSM, for one. Don’t come near me with a cane or I’ll claw your
eyes out.”
“Duly noted.” Lips twitching, he picked up a forkful of
eggs. “No latent submissive tendencies?”
“Judging from my life? Hard to tell.” She shook her head
before he could comment. “I want an equal who’ll be submissive to me as often
as I’m submissive to him. And there’s something else I want.”
“What’s that?”
“For you to tell me how you got that tongue ring.”
“Story’s not nearly as sexy as you’re thinking it will be.”
He shrugged and sipped his coffee. “The kids razz me about stuff. I’m used to
it, and it’s sort of a bonding ritual. They say since I’m past thirty there’s
no way I could relate to what they’re going through. So one day Jared’s in my
office, and he’s showing off his new tongue piercing, bragging about how all
the chicks love it.”
“I bet,” she said under her breath.
“He asked me if I have a girlfriend, and the conversation
sort of devolved from there. Next thing I know he’s daring me to pierce my
tongue.” He shrugged again. “So I did. And what do you know?” He grinned.
“Chicks do like it.”
“So how many chicks have…liked it?”
“Thousands, naturally. Didn’t you see all the notches on the
bedpost?”
To keep from smiling at his easy tone and twinkling blue
eyes, she distracted herself by wrapping her feet around the rungs of her
chair. He kept the place so warm she wasn’t the slightest bit cold, even with
the frosty day outside. “I don’t normally sleep with men without knowing their
sexual history.”
“Want names and dates?” He scraped egg off his plate and
cupped a hand beneath his fork as he offered her the bite. “How about
rankings?”
She gripped his wrist and took the forkful into her mouth
while her mind whirled. Rankings made her think too much about Rob, who’d never
been satisfied with just her. At least not lately. Yet he’d called her cell all
night, claiming he wanted to make sure she was all right. She’d finally given
in and left him a quick voice mail after her shower, though she’d slipped and
told him she was at Justin’s. She’d always been careful to tell Rob that Justin
was just a friend—and he had been—but she regretted her slip. She so didn’t
want to get Justin involved in her messes.
After chewing and swallowing, she pasted on a smile. What
was done was done, and she’d be damned if she spent any more time thinking
about her ex. “So where do I rate?”
“You even have to ask?”
She licked her lips. “Yeah, I do.”
His gaze went from warm to hot in a finger snap. “Think I
need more evidence
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