Page 57 of All This Time

“Like what?”

Laney’s eyes dip down to my mouth as she licks her lips. But then she shakes herself out of the moment and glares back down at her paper. “Just forget it.”

I huff out a laugh. “And you think I’m the one acting like a child.”

Her mouth drops open before she scowls, familiar tension building between us.

Fuck, if we weren’t in a public place, I’d kiss that fucking snarl right off of her goddamn lips.

I’m getting really sick of this whiplash—one moment where she’s standoffish, and the next where her edges are soft. But I also know that if I push this woman too hard, too fast, she’s never going to talk tome about how the hell we ended up in this tug-of-war where no one’s winning.

Exhaling, I push away from her and grab both squares of the chocolate cake, popping one in my mouth, savoring the flavor before vocalizing my opinion. “The chocolate is solid.”

I hold the other in front of her lips again, and even though she rolls her eyes, surprisingly, she opens up and lets me feed her once more. Her lips graze the tips of my fingers this time as I pull away. Our eyes remain locked as she chews.

“I agree. Not too rich, and something most people would enjoy.” She marks her grade on the scoresheet before leaning over the table and choosing the red velvet next, popping one piece in her mouth. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” she moans, and fuck—my dick twitches from the sound.

“That good, huh?” I manage to grate out.

“So good,” she mumbles as she continues to chew. “God, that’s almost better than an orgasm.”

“Ha. I doubt that.”

She closes her eyes as she finishes chewing. “Well, when you haven’t had one in three years from something other than your vibrator or hand, it’s hard to be sure.” But then her eyes pop open, wide and shocked as she slowly slides them in my direction.

The damage has already been done, though.

“Wait a minute…”

She covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God…”

“Three years?”

Groaning, she shakes her head. “I cannot believe I just said that out loud.”

I tear her hands from her face and wait for her eyes to open. “Laney…”

“You know what? Let’s just forget I ever said that.” She fakes a smile before attempting to reach for another flavor of cake, but I stop her.

“Oh, hell no. That’s not something I can just forget.”

“Fletcher…” Her bottom lip trembles. “Please… I didn’t mean it… I was…”

Part of me wants to keep pushing her for more information, but I’ve already done the math in my head. Laney and her ex broke up a year ago, and if she just said it’s been three years of her own self-satisfying, that means not only did that dipshit cheat on her, but he sure as fuck wasn’t keeping her satisfied to begin with.

Ireallywant to chop off all his fingers one by one now. But the more troubling thought? The overwhelming urge to throw Laney down on this table and fuck her with my tongue until she can’t breathe and forgets her own name.

Yeah, this little piece of knowledge isn’t helping my dick calm down at all.

“Fine.” Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms over my chest and open my mouth.

“What are you doing?” she asks cautiously.

“Waiting for my sample.”

“You want me to feed you?”

“I think it’s only fair. You got a turn, now I get one.”