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  ME: Hot boy toy? Does that mean you want to play with me?

  CHELS: Stop being such a tease. You’re the one who didn’t seduce me tonight.

  ME: You didn’t seduce me either. I want to wait this time, so you know I’m serious about dating you. My ego can’t handle having you sneak out of my bed again.

  CHELS: I seriously doubt you have a problem with your ego.

  ME: Only around you, angel face.

  CHELS: Angel face?

  ME: I figured I should have a cute pet name for you.

  CHELS: No.

  ME: How about just angel?

  CHELS: No.

  ME: Fine, I’ll come up with something else. Why don’t you tell me about your problem? What’s keeping you up tonight?

  CHELS: I’m horny. Some guy got me all hot and bothered kissing me goodnight in the parking lot of a diner, and then he sent me home alone.

  ME: Why don’t you slide your fingers between your legs and take care of things. I’m getting really hard thinking about it. I’d love to watch you touch yourself.

  CHELS: I took care of things as soon as I got home. Twice. It’s not helping.

  I hate talking on the phone. I always have. Still, I could not resist the temptation to call Chelsea after her admission that she’d touched herself twice. These were the types of details a guy needed to hear about. Chelsea, tease that she was, answered on the third ring, making me wonder if she was going to send my call to voicemail. If she did that, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist the temptation to go over to her house.

  “Hello,” she said in pleasant voice, as if she didn’t know who was calling.

  “Took you long enough to answer,” I accused. “Please tell me your fingers were too busy working yourself into a frenzy to answer my call.”

  “Nothing that exciting,” she admitted with a sigh before I heard meowing in the background.

  “You were stroking a pussy other than your own?” I asked, surprised to hear a cat in Chelsea’s house. She’d never been a cat person. Actually, I’d never known her to be an animal person of any kind.

  “Very funny,” she mumbled. “I found this kitten outside my door. I suppose it would be more accurate to say she found me. When I opened the door to grab a package, she raced in. My stupid inbred neighbor across the street was yelling at his wife for bringing the kitten home, so I can only assume they kicked her out. Poor thing is terrified.”

  “What are you going to do with her?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe one of the rescue groups will take her. Something tells me my neighbors aren’t coming to get her any time soon.”

  “That’s probably a good idea, but what about tonight?” I asked. “You’re not going to find anyone to take her tonight.”

  Chels let out a sigh. “You’re probably right. I don’t know what to do with her.”

  “How about if I pick up some cat stuff so you can get her set up for the night?” I suggested. I was guessing Chelsea wasn’t going to be able to let that kitten go based on the loud purring and the cooing noises she was making at the kitten when she wasn’t answering my questions.

  “You don’t have to do that,” she assured me.

  “I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” I told her. “Give me forty-five minutes to grab some stuff.”

  “Okay,” she agreed. “I guess it’s better than me running out and leaving the kitten locked in my laundry room. I don’t think she’d like that. The poor thing is already upset after all the yelling. I’m not sure how she’d react to being left alone in a strange room. Thank you, Luke.”

  I smiled, loving how cute she sounded talking about the kitten. She was definitely keeping that cat. “No problem, Chels. I’ll be over there soon.”

  I hung up with Chelsea and shook my head. Things never went the way I planned with her. That was definitely not the pussy I’d expected her to be stroking while we talked on the phone. Still, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being glad I had an excuse to see Chelsea sooner than Thursday.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chelsea

  By the time Luke rang my doorbell nearly an hour after he’d offered to pick up some cat supplies, I was reminding myself over and over that I was not a cat person. The fluff ball following me around didn’t seem to understand that important detail. I lifted her into my arms so she wouldn’t race out the door when I opened it, and the kitten immediately started purring loudly. “What the hell did you buy?” I asked Luke when I opened the door to see him loaded down with supplies.

  “There are a few more things in the car,” he told me.

  “I’m keeping her for one night,” I argued as Luke set down the bags.

  He regarded me holding the kitten before asking, “What’s her name?”

  I shrugged one shoulder, so as not to disturb the purring ball of fluff too much. “How should I know?”

  “What have you been thinking about calling her?” he pushed.

  “I was thinking she looks like a Tasha or maybe a Phoebe,” I replied.

  “Congratulations,” Luke called out as he walked out the door. “You just got yourself a cat.”

  “What if her owner wants her back?” I asked Luke. “What am I saying?” I asked the kitten. “Of course, they don’t want you back. You poor thing. I’m not sure I’d let them have you, anyway. They don’t deserve a little cutie like you. No, they don’t. I would never let you go back to that horrible place.”

  And just like that, I had been reduced to baby talk with a ball of fluff. When I looked up, Luke was regarding me with a grin as he carried in a cat tree.

  “Fine, I have a cat,” I relented. “I suppose I have to start somewhere if I’m going to become a cat lady.”

  “That’s the spirit!” Luke praised. “Now, where should we set up Tasha’s things?”

  “What if I want to call her Phoebe?” I asked.

  “I like Tasha better, and I bought all the cat stuff,” he argued. “That gives me some say in her name.”

  “I can pay you back for the cat stuff,” I insisted.

  “We can’t name her Phoebe. I have a crazy ex named Phoebe, and it would mar my relationship with your cat,” he admitted.

  “Well, I guess I can’t have you developing an aversion to my pussy,” I mused. “Tasha it is.”

  Luke chuckled. “Glad you agree. I need to talk to you about something else before we have one of those awkward moments.”

  “You want to tell me how much you love my pussy?” I asked him, motioning to the kitten with my eyes.

  “Are you trying to tempt me to stay the night?” he asked.

  I let out a sigh. “I wish you could, but I know you have to work in the morning.”

  “You really wish I could stay?” he asked.

  “Definitely,” I assured him.

  “Does that mean you wouldn’t be upset if you found out I’d brought an overnight bag?” he asked with a sexy grin.

  “I would think very highly of you for thinking of that,” I admitted.

  “Then I’ll grab my bag before I help you with your pussy,” he told me with a wink.

  I looked down at Tasha as Luke walked toward his car. “I’m pretty sure he was talking about you, you lucky kitten.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Luke

  I’m not a cuddler—a fact that had annoyed many girlfriends in the past. I’ve always blamed it on the fact that both my parents were assholes. My mom left when I was eight, and I have no memory of her ever hugging me. My dad was also the hands-off type when it came to parenting. Had it not been for the love and support of my stepmom, Brook, I’d probably be totally messed up when it came to relationships. Still, we weren’t touchy-feely, probably because Brook had come into my life when I was a teen and she wasn’t much older than me.

  So, the cuddling thing wasn’t for me. I’d slept over with girls and had them at my place, but I’d have preferred it if they’d left after sex because it felt awkward pretending to
want them all over me. Things were different with Chelsea. After our flirting in the text messages, I knew she would welcome me into her body, and she wouldn’t complain when I needed to head home because I had work in the morning. Chelsea wasn’t the needy type who would take that kind of thing personally. The thing that shocked me about this situation was I didn’t want to fuck Chelsea and leave. That’s why I’d grabbed my overnight bag. After the flirting we’d done earlier that evening, I was certain we’d end up in bed together after getting the cat set up, and I wanted to stay the night if that happened.

  Chelsea had a guest bedroom where she decided to set up Tasha’s space. The kitten had immediately taken to the cat tree, and she seemed happy with her new bed. I was still amazed Chelsea had a cat, but she was clearly thrilled with the new member of her household. The cat was cute, there was no denying it. I had no idea how old she was, but at this point, there was more puffy white fur than kitten. Her big blue eyes took up too much of her face, making her look more like a stuffed toy than an actual kitten.

  “I’m glad you got the cat carrier so I can take her into the studio with me,” she told me.

  “You’ll also need to get her in to see the vet,” I reminded her. “Who knows how good your neighbors were about taking care of her.”

  “Good point,” she agreed. “I wonder if she has one of those microchip things. If not, I should get her one.”

  We’d walked back to the front of the house. Tasha hadn’t followed us, having settled into her cat bed for a nap.

  Chelsea looked around, and she suddenly seemed nervous.

  “Hi,” I said, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. “Why do you suddenly look so edgy?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted.

  “Same rule as last night,” I began. “We don’t have to do anything. While I’m dying to have you again, I can go home.”

  “I definitely don’t want you to leave,” she admitted.

  “We could just sleep together with no sex,” I also offered.

  “No,” she replied quickly. “I am definitely not going to miss out on great sex. Last night was incredible. There’ve just been a lot of big changes today. I started off by sneaking out of your apartment in the wee hours of the morning. Then you surprised me at the diner and convinced me to date you. Now, I have a cat, and you’re here with me.”

  “It’s a lot to take in,” I agreed.

  “So are you,” she teased.

  I chuckled and slipped an arm around her lower back to pull her close. “You seem to do a great job of taking me in,” I murmured.

  Chelsea groaned.

  “What?” I asked with raised eyebrows. “That was a great line.”

  “That’s really your best line?” she asked, pushing against my chest.

  Tightening my arm around her lower back, I leaned down until my lips were close to her ear. “You’ve been very good today,” I breathed out, enjoying the tremor than ran through Chelsea’s body.

  “I have?” she squeaked, clearly catching my meaning. Chelsea immediately groaned. “Great! I’m back to sounding like a chipmunk again.”

  I chuckled at her distress over her little squeak. For reasons I didn’t fully understand, I loved her little squeaks. It was likely because they were proof of how much I affected her. “You’re adorable.”

  She smacked my chest. “Stop calling me adorable.”

  “But you are,” I insisted. “Stop hitting me, or I won’t spank you.”

  Chelsea laughed. “I honestly never thought I’d have a guy say that to me.”

  “Why don’t you bend over the arm of that sofa and let me fuck you, Chels?”

  “Okay,” Chelsea squeaked again before letting out a little growl of frustration.

  “I know you don’t like it when you make that sound, but it really turns me on,” I admitted.

  “That’s because you’re a pervert with a chipmunk fetish,” she insisted.

  “You are a sexy chipmunk,” I told her. “You’ve been making me crazy with these tight little pants all evening.” My hand slid down to massage her perfect ass. “I keep wondering if you have panties under these.”

  Chelsea moaned. “I guess you’ll find out soon.”

  “Yes, I will,” I agreed before my lips covered hers. With as turned on as I was, it was a miracle I was able to control my kiss. It was my intention to tease Chelsea, make her want me as much as I wanted her, something I suspected might not be possible. All day, my need had been building, starting with the frustration of waking up without this woman in my bed. She made me crazy with need, and I had every intention of repaying the favor.

  Chelsea let out a frustrated whimper before biting down on my lip enough to make it sting slightly. Her bold move had my dick throbbing almost painfully. When I pulled back to look at her, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth back down to hers. This time, I didn’t hold back, aroused beyond reason by her boldness. My lips moved against hers as my tongue swept into her mouth. Chelsea immediately sucked on my tongue, making me groan as images of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock filled my mind. Gripping her ass, I lifted her off the ground, and her legs immediately wrapped around my waist as I continued kissing her. Her hands fisted in my hair, refusing to let me break the kiss.

  Walking her over to the sofa, I set her down without breaking the kiss, covering her body with mine. One of Chelsea’s hands left my hair to try to reach between our bodies, but there was no room. She let out a frustrated whimper.

  I managed to get my mouth away from hers, no easy task with her hand still fisted in my hair.

  Leaning down, I inhaled deeply. “You smell incredible. Clean and sexy with none of that sweet perfumed crap most women wear.”

  “Have I been good enough to earn that spanking yet?” she asked, sounding somewhat shy.

  “Yes, you have,” I told her. “I gotta say I love this kinky side of you.”

  I loved every side of Chelsea so far, which did more to prove to me that she was the one, something I’d clearly recognized at a young age.

  “Put your hands above your head,” I commanded, and she instantly obeyed. Oh, yeah. Chelsea was definitely perfect.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chelsea

  I hated giving up control, but it somehow didn’t feel like giving up control with Luke, likely because I trusted Luke and knew I could take that control back at any time. Letting him be in charge in bed, or on my sofa, allowed me to simply live in the moment.

  “Don’t move those hands,” Luke told me as he slid off the sofa and stripped his shirt over his head. My eyes traveled along his body, and I wanted to reach out and touch him, but didn’t. Instead, my hands remained above my head. Removing a condom from the front pocket of his jeans, he tossed it on the coffee table and stripped off his pants to reveal Harry Potter boxers.

  “Are you going to offer to show me your wand?” I asked.

  Luke chuckled. “Are you going to make a dirty comment about every pair of boxers I own?”

  “Probably,” I admitted. “I seem to find nerdy boxers really hot.”

  Luke dropped to his knees beside the sofa and ran a finger along my arm. His hand slid under the hem of my t-shirt, and he lifted it over my breasts, exposing my thin bra that did nothing to hide my erect nipples. Part of me wanted to move my hands, but I didn’t. I kept them above my head, bound by nothing more than Luke’s order to keep them there.

  “Fuck me, Chels,” he rasped out. “Having you laid out like some sexy offering for me is beyond hot.”

  I was ready to beg him to touch me when his lips brushed against mine before moving along my jaw line and then kissing my neck. One of his hands slid into my stretch pants and began stroking me through the silky fabric of my thong. I arched up to press against his finger, greedy for more of his touch. When my hands gripped his shoulders, Luke broke the kiss and stared down at me. “Hands above your head.”

  I moaned and put them back above my head, not sure why his order was such
a turn on. I was quickly discovering there was a big difference between bossy and dominant.

  As soon as my hands were above my head again, Luke’s mouth returned to mine, and he adjusted his hand to slide his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties. I whimpered at that first contact with my clit. Luke stroked me as his tongue explored my mouth. With my shirt still pushed over my bra, I felt deliciously exposed.

  I was certain Luke would stop as my orgasm neared, but he continued to stroke my clit until my body tightened and I screamed into his mouth. Gentling his strokes and his kiss, Luke worked me through the last of my orgasm, leaving me not quite sated. Then again, it seemed I always wanted more when it came to Luke.

  Tearing his mouth away from mine, Luke removed his fingers from my panties and sucked them into his mouth. “Delicious,” he murmured. “I definitely need to taste you more tonight. You were very good just now.”

  My cheeks heated with a blush that had much more to do with arousal than embarrassment. I knew what Luke was getting at, and I was definitely ready to try some more kinky play with him. “Do I get a reward?” I asked, glad I didn’t sound like a chipmunk that time.

  “Not yet,” he told me with a shake of his head. “Stand up and undress for me.”

  I stood and started by slipping my shirt the rest of the way over my head. Luke was still on his knees beside the sofa, watching my every move. Next, I reached around my back to undo my bra before letting it fall to the ground.

  “That’s enough for now,” Luke told me. “Bend over the arm of the sofa.”

  Walking around the side of the sofa, I was impressed my legs weren’t shaking, I was that turned on. I bent over the arm of the sofa, almost moaning as the soft upholstery rubbed against my bare breasts.

  “Perfect,” Luke praised as he got to his feet and moved around behind me. His hand massaged my ass through the fabric of my pants, making me moan. Soon I was writhing under his touch as Luke continued to massage my backside.

  He stopped massaging, and one of his hands smacked my left butt cheek. I jumped and squeaked from surprise, making Luke chuckle. One of his hands settled on my lower back, holding me in place as the other returned to massaging my ass. When his hand stopped massaging, I was ready for the swat, and I moaned. That time, he’d hit slightly lower and across the center. It sent a jolt of lust through my body, making my core throb with need. There was no delay between that swat and the next. Luke landed five more swats in varying places before reaching forward to pull my pants down to my knees, leaving my thong in place.