the microwave, swinging that sassy ass of hers, and he watched every moment. She went up on her bare toes, opening the door and pulling out one of the coffees. Then she settled back on her feet with her elegant nose scrunching as she lifted the plastic lid to look inside the cup.
She blew.
Inwardly he groaned at her puckered lips. Then she stuck a pinky out and dipped it into the cup.
“Ouch,” she whispered, hurriedly withdrawing her finger. She kept that cute finger lifted as she replaced the top, and then swung her hips to him.
“It’s really hot, honey. Be careful,” she said, with a serious but warm look.
He set his partially eaten apple on the windowsill, and he leaned forward to hook her waist, which he brought to him and her nice bottom along to settle on his lap.
“Careful, baby,” she warned, holding the coffee up and that pinky out.
How the hell did the girl for him end up being so girly? He’d never have figured that. He took the coffee out of her hand, then around her back he used his other hand to catch her hand and he lifted it, until he could suck her pinky into his mouth.
“Zeb,” she whispered, as her fine ass got more comfortable on his lap.
He soothed her hurt pinky with his tongue, then slowly released it. “Call me that again,” he asked in a low voice.
Her brows scrunched as she looked at his lips with her pinky near them. “Zeb? Oh—” She was lightly breathless. “Honey?”
“Yeah.” He blew on her pinky.
“Honey,” she all but purred.
Man, he felt that deep.
He licked the tip of her pinky. “It hurt?”
“Not now.” Her arm came around his neck.
“How about your sassy ass? It still hurt?” He knew his gaze glittered.
Her eyelashes dipped and her cheeks reddened. “That was just awful,” she declared with a stage whisper.
He outright laughed, setting the coffee down, then he asked, “That why you came so hard after I paddle your sexy bare ass, sweetness?”
She glared at him with her lips bowing. He hooked her neck and brought her in for a kiss, which he did until she melted onto his chest. Her arms wound over his shoulders and her mouth was teaching him wicked, passionate movements when one of their cells rang.
It was Carly’s, and she was across the room as he watched her pull her cell from the embossed snakeskin purse she carried that had a big leather bow on it. He shook his head at that bow. His girl was girly. Then he saw her cell and nearly laughed. It was freaking pink. But he sobered a moment later at the cloud of emotion across her pretty features. It straightened his spine as she took the call, while glancing at him.
He got the vibe to be quiet, and he gave her a chin nod.
“Rick, I told you this was a rough one and it’d be a few days.”
Her dickwad husband ... Zeb planted his feet on the ground and leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs.
“Babe,” she added with a frown, and Zeb knew her husband had just admonished her for not calling him sweet wifey things. Damn it. He wanted to growl. He could barely imagine how Carly felt, and she wasn’t as into seeing the light of not telling old Rick his jig was up.
“So you wouldn’t be there anyways,” she said, then she added an insincere “babe.”
“No, nothing’s wrong.” She took some of her hair and began chewing on the end of it as she talked and circled slowly in place. “I told you it was rough.”
“You called him?” she exclaimed, with her eyes darting to Zeb, and he half rose out of the chair. “Can’t believe you did that. What did he say?”
Zeb eased back a second later when she looked relieved. “Why do you care if I drive my car,” she said next. “No, you can’t help me with the pageant.”
Then she turned her back to him. “I don’t know why you care about that pageant, Rick. It’s a pain in the ass and I’m still not happy Vincent shoved it off on me.” Then she listened, but said quickly, “Oh, just go do your rodeo clowning, Rick Shaw.
She blew.
Inwardly he groaned at her puckered lips. Then she stuck a pinky out and dipped it into the cup.
“Ouch,” she whispered, hurriedly withdrawing her finger. She kept that cute finger lifted as she replaced the top, and then swung her hips to him.
“It’s really hot, honey. Be careful,” she said, with a serious but warm look.
He set his partially eaten apple on the windowsill, and he leaned forward to hook her waist, which he brought to him and her nice bottom along to settle on his lap.
“Careful, baby,” she warned, holding the coffee up and that pinky out.
How the hell did the girl for him end up being so girly? He’d never have figured that. He took the coffee out of her hand, then around her back he used his other hand to catch her hand and he lifted it, until he could suck her pinky into his mouth.
“Zeb,” she whispered, as her fine ass got more comfortable on his lap.
He soothed her hurt pinky with his tongue, then slowly released it. “Call me that again,” he asked in a low voice.
Her brows scrunched as she looked at his lips with her pinky near them. “Zeb? Oh—” She was lightly breathless. “Honey?”
“Yeah.” He blew on her pinky.
“Honey,” she all but purred.
Man, he felt that deep.
He licked the tip of her pinky. “It hurt?”
“Not now.” Her arm came around his neck.
“How about your sassy ass? It still hurt?” He knew his gaze glittered.
Her eyelashes dipped and her cheeks reddened. “That was just awful,” she declared with a stage whisper.
He outright laughed, setting the coffee down, then he asked, “That why you came so hard after I paddle your sexy bare ass, sweetness?”
She glared at him with her lips bowing. He hooked her neck and brought her in for a kiss, which he did until she melted onto his chest. Her arms wound over his shoulders and her mouth was teaching him wicked, passionate movements when one of their cells rang.
It was Carly’s, and she was across the room as he watched her pull her cell from the embossed snakeskin purse she carried that had a big leather bow on it. He shook his head at that bow. His girl was girly. Then he saw her cell and nearly laughed. It was freaking pink. But he sobered a moment later at the cloud of emotion across her pretty features. It straightened his spine as she took the call, while glancing at him.
He got the vibe to be quiet, and he gave her a chin nod.
“Rick, I told you this was a rough one and it’d be a few days.”
Her dickwad husband ... Zeb planted his feet on the ground and leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs.
“Babe,” she added with a frown, and Zeb knew her husband had just admonished her for not calling him sweet wifey things. Damn it. He wanted to growl. He could barely imagine how Carly felt, and she wasn’t as into seeing the light of not telling old Rick his jig was up.
“So you wouldn’t be there anyways,” she said, then she added an insincere “babe.”
“No, nothing’s wrong.” She took some of her hair and began chewing on the end of it as she talked and circled slowly in place. “I told you it was rough.”
“You called him?” she exclaimed, with her eyes darting to Zeb, and he half rose out of the chair. “Can’t believe you did that. What did he say?”
Zeb eased back a second later when she looked relieved. “Why do you care if I drive my car,” she said next. “No, you can’t help me with the pageant.”
Then she turned her back to him. “I don’t know why you care about that pageant, Rick. It’s a pain in the ass and I’m still not happy Vincent shoved it off on me.” Then she listened, but said quickly, “Oh, just go do your rodeo clowning, Rick Shaw.
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