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  It was as though he’d seen into my mind and pulled out my dirty thoughts of him. Oh yeah, tonight was definitely the night.

  Chapter 9

  Mani

  Vivi’s blue eyes darkened, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip. Then she lifted up, leaned over the counter, and wrapped her fingers around my wrist. My cock went from semi-hard—a permanent condition whenever she was near—to a steel pipe pressed against my zipper. And when she sucked my fingers into her mouth, I was a goner.

  “Fuck,” I groaned as her tongue licked at the chocolate on my skin.

  Vivi let go of my fingers with a pop. “Yeah, that’s kind of where I thought this was going.”

  I felt a bead of pre-come shoot from my cock at the sensual promise in her voice. “Be careful what you say, sweetheart. I might think you’re offering up something you’re not ready for.”

  “I meant that exactly how it sounded.” She slid off her stool and rounded the counter to stand a few inches in front of me. “And judging by the state of my panties, I’m more than ready for anything and everything you’d like to do to me.”

  Holy fuck. The last of my self-control went up in flames. I stepped forward and pressed our bodies together. Her tits smashed against my chest as I slid my hand along her back and down to her ass. Smoothing my palm over the firm globes, I thrust my hardened length against her belly. “We have six to eight hours until the pots de crème will be fully set. How about we use that time to work up an appetite?”

  “Six to eight hours, huh?” She twined her arms around my neck. “It’s almost like you were planning to use my chocolate addiction against me as a lure into staying at your house all night.”

  I bent my head and brushed my mouth against hers before whispering, “I might’ve had an ulterior motive for not mentioning that we could eat them in ten minutes. They’d just be a softer consistency.”

  She pressed closer to me. “I’m more of a fan of hard.”

  “Then I guess we should wait the full eight hours—”

  “While you show me something hard,” she finished for me.

  It should’ve sounded corny as hell, but all I heard was her asking me to show her my cock...which was hot as fuck. “I’ll do more than show you,” I promised, hefting her over my shoulder.

  I stalked out of the kitchen and through the living room. When I stepped on the bottom stair, she slid her hand into the waist of my pants. “Careful, sweetheart. I don’t want to drop you,” I warned, giving her a gentle slap on her ass.

  Vivi’s gasp of surprise shifted into a moan when I rubbed the spot I’d just spanked. The sound of feminine appreciation spurred me on, and I hurried up the stairs. Kicking open my bedroom door, I strode inside and dropped her onto my California King-sized mattress. Her blond hair spread across my pillows, and the skirt that she’d been torturing me with all day fluttered around her upper thighs. I’d jacked off to thoughts of her just like this for days, but the reality of having her in my bed was even better than my fantasies. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to make you mine.”

  She rose up on her elbows, making her tits push forward. I forced my gaze up to meet her eyes when she asked, “Does that mean you’ll be mine, too?”

  I kneeled at the bottom edge of the bed and crawled up her body. “I’ve been yours since the night I first laid eyes on you. You’re the woman for me, Vivi. I just didn’t think you were ready to hear it yet.” I hovered over her body while I waited to see how she’d respond to my admission, hoping like fuck that it hadn’t scared her off.

  Lucky for me, Vivi didn’t make me wait long. She stretched her neck to press her lips against mine. Her tongue thrust against my lips, and we kissed until our hearts were racing and we were panting for breath. It was amazing, but what she said next was even better. “My life was a mess when we met. I didn’t think it would ever be right again. That I’d be happy. But you proved me wrong.” She brushed her lips against mine again and whispered, “I’m happy when I’m with you.”

  Now that I knew she wanted this as much as I did, there was no reason for me to hold back. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Strip, baby.”

  We tore the clothes off our bodies, desperate to get naked. I needed to feel her bare skin against mine, and in about a minute flat that’s what I got. I trailed my hand along her collar bone and down to hold the weight of one of her tits in my palm. Then I pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it pebble as I plucked at it.

  “Please, Mani. I need more,” she whimpered, parting her legs to wrap them around my waist. Her wet heat pressed against my aching cock, making more pre-come drip from the tip.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it,” I swore, bending my head low to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I tugged at the pebbled tip until she was writhing beneath me. “And that goes double for when you want to come.”

  “Double sounds amazing right about now.” She dug her fingers into my hair to press my head closer to her chest.

  “As you wish,” I whispered against her skin. Holding her in place, I kissed my way down her body. I gave her a teasing blow of hot air over her clit and chuckled at her low growl of need. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, and I refused to wait any longer before I tasted it.

  Stiffening my tongue, I dove right in and fucked her pussy with my mouth. Her hips jerked up, and I forced them back down to the mattress while I devoured her. Her taste was addictive, and I wanted to experience it every day for the rest of my life. But as amazing as it was, I was almost desperate to sink my cock inside her wet heat. And that wasn’t going to happen until I made her come.

  Licking from her pussy hole to her clit, I flicked it with my tongue and thrust two fingers deep into her wetness. “Give me the first one on my fingers and mouth. Then I want to feel the second as you fly apart wrapped around my cock.”

  My command sent her over the edge, and I rode her through it by pumping my fingers inside her pussy. Her walls clenched against my fingers, and her hips surged up while her cries echoed off the walls of my bedroom.

  Rising up on my knees, I pumped my long length a few times while I stared down at Vivi. Her blue eyes were hazy, her hair was a tangled cloud of sunshine, and I’d left a trail of red marks on her delicate skin as I’d made my way down her body. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life. My cock was practically purple, pre-come leaking steadily from the tip. “I’m already close to the edge just from watching you fly apart. You’re hell on my control.”

  “That works for me since I don’t want you to hold back. Let go,” she encouraged.

  I surged over her body and wrapped her legs around my hips. When my cock nudged her entrance, I thrust to the hilt in one swift movement. “Fuck! Your pussy is so tight.”

  “Oh, my God. You feel so good,” she panted in my ear, the heels of her feet digging into my ass.

  I drove into her hard and fast, determined to give her another orgasm before I let myself go over the edge. The walls of her pussy squeezed my cock, practically strangling me, and I was barely holding on.

  “C’mon, sweetheart. Give me that second one,” I muttered, picking up speed. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I flicked at her clit and sent her tumbling into an orgasm. “Yes! That’s right, sweetheart. Come on my cock. You feel so fucking good.”

  Her nails bit into my biceps and pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her twice more and came so hard I swore that I saw stars. Streams of come jetted from my cock, filling her up until it seeped from her pussy. When I was finally empty, I pulled out and fell on the mattress at her side. Rolling her over with me, I settled her limp form on top of my chest and held her close. With Vivi in my arms and bed—filled with my come that could make her belly round with my baby—all was right in my world.

  Chapter 10

  Vivian

  “Well, look who the cat dragged in.” I let out a little scream at Lyla’s drawl and almost tripped over m
y own feet. “You might as well skip the whole tip-toeing into the apartment act since I’ve already caught you doing the walk of shame. If not, we’ll probably end up at the urgent care clinic getting you some x-rays.”

  “That only happened once, and my ankle wasn’t even broken. It was only a sprain,” I muttered, dropping my shoes and purse on the floor.

  “Twice,” Lyla corrected. She pointed at my left arm and reminded me, “You broke that during spring break our junior year.”

  “But it wasn’t my fault. You’re the one who talked me into trying parasailing in the first place,” I protested as I stomped over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup.

  “Fair point.” She took in the oversized sweats I was wearing and grinned. “Your clumsiness isn’t what I want to talk about anyway. I’m much more interested in hearing about what you were up to last night. I’m assuming you stayed over at Mani’s?”

  “Yup.” I grinned back at her, my cheeks heating.

  She waggled her brows. “And…”

  “And it was amazing.”

  “Yes!” She pumped a fist and did a little dance.

  I tilted my head to the side. “Why do you seem more excited than me about how things are going with Mani?”

  “Because if you guys fall in love, then you’ll want to stay in town and I’ll have my best friend back in my life. We can be bridesmaids in each other’s weddings, get pregnant at the same time, and then our children can be best friends too!”

  Love.

  Weddings.

  Pregnant.

  Children.

  “Whoa.” I suddenly felt a little lightheaded as it hit me. Between last night and this morning, Mani and I had sex three times. “We didn’t use a condom. Not a single one.”

  Lyla rushed over to me and took my coffee cup out of my hand to set it on the counter. Then she wrapped her arm around my back. “You and Mani had unprotected sex? More than once?”

  I nodded.

  “And you’re just now realizing it?”

  I nodded again.

  “Then it really must be love.”

  My legs felt like limp noodles, and Lyla was basically holding me up when I nodded a third time. She helped me into the living room and over to the couch. After I sat down, she pressed on my back until I tucked my head between my knees and tried not to hyperventilate. Having sex with Mani had been a big step in our relationship, but thinking about love and babies was a giant leap. “I met him six days ago, Lyla. Six days!”

  She sat down next to me and patted my back. “Six days, six months, six years. Sometimes it isn’t the amount of time you’ve known a person that matters. It only took us maybe six minutes to realize we were meant to be best friends.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  She interrupted me to add, “My parents dated all through college before getting married, but they were utterly miserable together until they finally got a divorce a couple of years ago.”

  It was the first time she’d mentioned her parents since I’d been in town, and I cringed. I was well aware of how bad their relationship had been because I’d seen some of it firsthand back in college. I felt horrible that I hadn’t been there for Lyla when it all fell apart for them. Since I wasn’t dizzy anymore, I felt safe to sit up so I could look at her while we talked. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

  She waved away my concern. “I’m really okay with it. They’re both happier now than they ever were when I was growing up, and the divorce hasn’t damaged my relationship with either one of them. The only reason I brought it up was as an example of how you can’t judge how right a relationship is by how long the couple has been together.”

  She had a point. After all, Chris and Susannah had been married for seven years before I started working for him and their relationship was crap. “Maybe you’re right.”

  “I really hope so.” Her sigh sounded so hopeful; I had a feeling there was more behind it than concern for me. My hunch was confirmed when she confessed, “Because Jayce asked me to move in. We’ve only been dating for a few months, but I really want to say yes.”

  “Then do it,” I encouraged her. I’d seen Lyla with boyfriends in the past, and she’d never been as happy with them as she was with Jayce. “You guys are perfect together.”

  She let out a deep sigh and nodded with a grin. “Ditto, sweetie.”

  “Ditto?” I echoed.

  “Yup.” She let the ‘p’ sound at the end pop. “I think you should go for whatever you want with Mani because the same thing applies. You guys are perfect together, too.”

  After what I’d gone through back in Florida, it was hard for me to trust in my good fortune. “Everything seems to be going so well right now, I guess I’m afraid to admit to what I’m feeling for Mani because I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

  “Don’t let that bitch take anything else away from you, Vivi.” Lyla jumped up and wagged her finger at me. “The best revenge is a life well lived, and it’d be hugely ironic if she sent you running into the arms of the man you were meant to be with all along.”

  Fate did work in mysterious ways sometimes. Maybe I really had ended up where I was meant to be. Plus, I liked the idea of me being happy while karma dished out the crap Susannah deserved.

  * * *

  I spent the next several days thinking about my conversation with Lyla. It had only taken me seeing Mani when he came to pick me up for breakfast on Tuesday morning to realize she was right. I was falling in love with him. Fast.

  I tried to work up the courage to confess my feelings to Mani. But so far, I hadn’t managed it. The days seemed to fly by in a whirl of activity as we got ready for a special project at the restaurant on Sunday. I’d gotten the local paper to do an article about it, and I was running an ad campaign on social media.

  Neither of us allowed the hecticness to take away from our time together, though. We still ate most meals together, and I’d spent the night at Mani’s house a couple more times. His bed was a heck of a lot more comfortable than Lyla’s couch, especially when I passed out after a couple of mind-blowing orgasms. Things between us were going strong, and it seemed like my professional life was shaping up too.

  “I might get another consulting client,” I bragged when Mani joined me in his office after the last employee went home on Saturday night.

  “Another client?”

  “Yeah.” I rubbed my hands together in excitement. “A guy from Mayson Construction dropped off his business card today when he was in here for lunch. The article in the local paper mentioned the work I’ve done on your website and social media accounts, and he wants me to call about doing something similar for them.”

  The possessive gleam in his eyes should’ve been scary, but it had the opposite effect on me. My panties were drenched when he lifted me off the chair and set me on the edge of the desk with a growled, “I’ve gotten used to having you all to myself.”

  “Independent contractors work with more than one client,” I reminded him.

  His fingers brushed against the soft skin of my inner thighs, making me tremble. “I’m not a big fan of sharing you, even just in a professional capacity with the Maysons.”

  “You’ll always be my favorite client,” I promised.

  “I’d better be.” Mani hiked up my skirt, yanked down my panties, and spread my legs wide. “Because nobody else gets to make you scream with pleasure.”

  My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Just you.”

  “Damn straight, because you’re fucking mine.” His gaze trailed down my body, and his dark eyes darkened when they landed on my pussy. “And I’ve been dying to have you spread out on my desk like this. I bet it’s the perfect height for me to feast on you.”

  I set my feet on the arms of his chair on either side of his body. “I think you should find out.”

  He rolled forward and bent his head until I felt his hot breath against my clit. “Definitely the perfect height.”

  Anything I might’ve said in return flew
out of my head when his tongue flicked at my clit. My head fell back as he licked down to my center and proceeded to torture me with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and nipped until I was pleading for him to let me come. Only then did he stiffen his tongue and thrust it inside my pussy. My head jerked up when he paused to nip at my inner thigh, and our eyes were locked when he thrust two fingers inside me and sent me over the edge.

  I was a boneless heap when he pulled me off the desk and onto his lap. His arms tightened around me as he rasped, “If you want Mayson Construction as a client, sign them up. I’ll be right here with you every step of the way, celebrating your successes with as many orgasms as you want.”

  Chapter 11

  Mani

  Sunday was turning out to be a fucking fantastic day. The restaurant had been packed since we’d opened the doors, and our customers had been raving about the food all day long. During the lull while we switched the dining room over, Vivi followed me back into my office to brag about how awesome her idea had been. “Thanks for giving my little project a chance.”

  She was trying to downplay the magnitude of her “little project,” and it was adorable. “I still can’t believe you talked me into opening Bryson’s for Sunday brunch.”

  She beamed a smile at me. “It was a great way to get you some extra publicity since you’ve never done it before. Plus, there was a great story behind it because you love breakfast foods so much.”

  I didn’t think we could pull it off in only a week, but Vivi dove into the project headfirst the minute she got me to agree. She handled the promotion of the event, Jayce got the staff lined up for extra hours, and I was in charge of the food. My head chef and I came up with a menu that included everything from avocado toast with a poached egg to cheddar cheese grits with jumbo gulf shrimp. We even did an ultimate steak and eggs brunch for four with a forty-ounce Wagyu bone-in ribeye steak, eight eggs, and breakfast potatoes with peppers and onions. The entire thing went off without a hitch, and I was seriously considering making it a weekly event.