Page 29 of Mr. Edwards

When I texted her earlier, I was hoping we’d meet up, have some hot sex, and call it a night. I’d been slightly disappointed when she suggested we go for a meal first, but on the other hand, I liked that she was making me work for it. I’m used to easy. I hadn’t anticipated any of this. My attraction to her is irrefutable. The longer I’m here, the more the allure grows. She’s fun, down to earth and so easy to be around… like a breath of fresh air.

“Are you going to eat that?” Carlee asks, eyeing the last piece of pizza.

She’s got to be kidding me; she couldn’t possibly be thinking of eating it herself. Does she have hollow legs?

“Have at it.” I lean back in my chair rubbing my hand over my stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

“Pfft.” She shakes her head as she reaches for it, placing it on the plate in front of her. “You, Mr. Edwards,are a disgrace to all the pizza-eating, beer-guzzling men in this country.”

I throw back my head and bark out a laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes. You should hand over your man card this instant.”

I smile when she holds out her small, delicate hand and wiggles her fingers. “Not happening, sweetheart, I’m abundantly manly.”

“Uh-huh,” she says with a smug grin like she doesn’t believe me. I have a good mind to bend her sweet ass over this table and prove it.

The server picks that exact moment to approach us again, his leering eyes still focused on her. I’m not the jealous type, but this guy has been grating on my nerves all night.

“Are you finished with these?” he asks, gesturing to the empty plates.

“Yes.”

“Can I get you guys anything else? Some dessert maybe?”

I’m about to say no,now get lost, but Carlee gets in first. “Dessert sounds good.”

“You have room in that teeny body for dessert after everything you just ate?”

Carlee gives me an accusing eye. “Sure. I mean, someone did eat half of my pizza.” She’s so damn cute.

“Where in the hell do you put it all?”

She pokes her tongue out instead of answering, making me chuckle. Brat.

“I’ll have the tiramisu, thanks.” Her voice is sugary sweet as she turns her attention back to me. “You should try it. It’s so, so good.”

The douchebag looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “Just bring two spoons, we’ll share.”

Sitting back in my seat I eagerly await her response, and she doesn’t disappoint. “Like hell, we will. You need to work on your wooing skills, Edwards.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes!” Moving her attention back to the douche, she says, “Bring us two servings, please.”

She entertains me to no end.

“Mmm,” she moans, dragging the fork between her pillowy, fire-engine-red lips, and my cock hardens behind the zipper of my jeans, to the point, it’s becoming painful.

It’s not just the sexy noises, but the way she licks that damn utensil with each bite is driving me to the point of insanity. Her little show is like food porn at its best. I move my hand under the table to adjust the chub in my pants. My need to fuck her has gone from pure desire to a deep-seated yearning.

I open and close my fist a few times, trying to get my body under control. I’m finding it hard to contain myself. This woman is turning me inside out, and my dick is envious of that piece of cutlery that keeps sliding between her lips. He wants a turn.

“You should try yours, it’s seriously good,” she says as her eyes move to the untouched dessert that is sitting in front of me, but I’m too engrossed watching her eat.

“I’d rather be eating something else,” I say, leaning forward in my chair and lifting a brow, suggestively. I’m soturned on by the thought; that it almost comes out as a growl.

Her eyes widen slightly before a seductive smile curves at her lips. She knows exactly what she’s doing the little minx.