Maybe I’ll suggest that the time has come for us to come out to our friends and co-workers.
When I get to the shed, I smile at the music I can hear playing, stepping inside, I find the kitchen clean, no sign of the platters and Hannah busy dipping apples on sticks into a pot on the stove.
“Hey, babe,” I say, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as I pull her close and press a kiss to her temple.
She looks up at me, a smile on her face as she leans in to kiss my lips.“Hey, platters are all done.Pen picked them up about ten minutes ago.”
“You’re done already?”I ask.
“Uh huh,” she says, turning back to the pot on the stove.
“Wow,” I murmur, amazed at her efficiency even though I shouldn’t be because I’ve seen it in action countless times.“You’re amazing.”
She laughs, nudging me with her hip.“I know.”
Chuckling, I lean in and kiss her neck, loving the sexy sigh that falls from her lips.“So, if you’ve finished already.What’s all this?”
Hannah pulls another apple from the pot of what I now realize is toffee, swirling to catch the drips before standing it in the rack she’s made.“Well, it’s just an idea and you totally don’t have to go with it, but I realized with the casual lunch orders we’ve got at Somerville’s and how popular they’ve been, that maybe we could keep it going and create some picnic baskets that people can order.We can use produce from here and people can take them out to the vineyard with a bottle of wine and find a spot to enjoy lunch on the grounds.”
She turns to me, waiting for my reaction to her suggestion.I don’t answer at first, my brain and heart both going a mile a minute as I take in her words.
“You hate it, don’t you?”she says, when I still can’t find the words, mistaking my silence for something more.“That’s cool, seriously, I was just—”
“I love you,” I blurt out, unable to hold the words in any longer.
“What?”
I turn her so she’s facing me, cupping her face in my hands.“I love you,” I repeat.“I am so fucking crazy in love with you, Hannah Murphy and I think this a fantastic idea.”
She lets out a laugh that I immediately silence with a kiss.“Wait, no…” she says, her hands on my chest as she eases me back.
“What?”
She laughs again, shaking her head a little as she says, “I’m crazy in love with you too.”
Now it’s me laughing, pulling her close as I wrap my arms around her and kiss the absolute hell out of her.I can’t believe how good it feels to finally say those words out loud.To tell her how I really feel about her.To hear her say them back to me.
“Do you really think the baskets are a good idea,” she eventually asks.“Or are you just saying that because I like giving you orgasms?”she asks, mimicking the question I asked her in my office after the sauce incident the other week.
“Multiple orgasms,” I say with a laugh.“And you also have a great pair of tits.”
Hannah slaps playfully at my chest.“Well yeah, but I don’t want you to think—”
“Han, babe, it’s a great idea.I love it.We should definitely do it.”Her smile is spectacular and god, I just want to make her smile like that for the rest of my life.“But,” I add, dragging out the word, “if you’re done being all amazing in the kitchen, what do you say we head upstairs and have a little fun before the dinner rush starts?”
“A little fun, huh?”she says, her hands slipping to my ass.“And what exactly might that involve?”
Chuckling, I lean in, my mouth at her ear.“Oh, I don’t know, you sitting on my face, multiple orgasms, that kinda thing.”
She exhales, all breathy and sexy as hell.“And your big dick?”
“And my big dick,” I confirm with a laugh.“Is that a yes then?”
She slides one of her hands around to my dick, rubbing over the obvious bulge in my pants.“It’s a hell yes,” she whispers, her mouth brushing across mine.
“Let’s go,” I say, grabbing her hand and walking her out of the kitchen and around the back to the door to my apartment.She laughs as I practically run us up the stairs and it’s not until we’re in my bedroom, do I stop, pulling her close as I press a hard kiss to her lips.
“I think we’re gonna need to come clean about all this,” I murmur.
