“Fuck you’re hot,” he muttered.
I pulled back from sucking his finger and looked up at him. His abs tensed every time he thrust into me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. All eight of them.
Was that why he hadn’t asked me out yet? Because he had eight abs and eight inches. Which according to Single Girl Rule #8 meant he could do whatever he wanted to me as long as I was single.
Damn it!All that teasing had totally backfired. Kind of… Because even though he hadn’t officially asked me out yet, him giving me the best sex of my life wasn’t a bad consolation prize.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him thrusting into me. I couldn’t even believe how lucky I was to be with such a perfect specimen of a man.
He slammed into me harder.
God.I tried to remember every moment of this in case it was a one-time thing. And I wanted to make sure he remembered it too. I ran my index finger through some icing, locked eyes with Tanner, and licked it off as seductively as possible.
“Damn,” he groaned as he dug his fingers into my hips. “Do you know what that does to me?”
“Mhm,” I said. I lifted up a piece of caked and intentionally let some fall onto my cleavage. “Oops.”
“Let me help you with that.” He leaned over and licked it off my tits as he slammed into me harder.
Fuck.
He kept his face buried in between my breasts. “You’re perfect,” he said. Or at least I thought he did. His words were kind of muffled by my breasts.
“You’re perfect,” I replied. “And good at distracting me. But you can’t get out of answering my question forever.”
“Sure I can.” He pulled out and flipped me around so that I was bent over next to the table. And then he was inside of me again. Like…reallyinside of me. The new angle let him go even deeper than before.
And this time he didn’t start slowly. In fact, his thrusts were so forceful that the blindfold slid back down over my eyes.
I reached up to move it, but he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. Chef Santiago had been telling the truth, because being blindfolded did indeed enhance all my other senses. Especially the feeling of getting filled with Tanner’s beautiful cock.
“Tanner!” I hissed. “You’re being so bad right now! I need you to answer me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll…make you stop.” I didn’t really want him to ever stop. But it felt like a good bargaining chip.
“Were you serious about Rule #8?” he asked.
Apparently he’d realized what I had earlier. According to Rule #8, I was at his mercy. And I had to say I was serious about it, or he might put me right back into the wifey-zone. Which I could never go back to now that I knew how amazing he felt inside of me. Damn he was clever! But I could be clever too.
“Of course I’m serious about Rule #8. In fact…you better hope that Angel and Diablo don’t catch us. Because if they do, I have a feeling they’re going to make me do something that you wouldn’t like very much.”
Tanner growled and thrust into me harder.
“But you can stop that from happening if you take me off the market. It’s up to you. Am I still single and ready to mingle? Or am I your loyal girlfriend?”
“I think I’m ready to tell you my secret.”
I didn’t even care about the change of topic. “You are?!”Finally!
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
He paused for a long moment.
This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. I tried to turn so I could see him ask me out. But he was still pinning my arms down. And I was still wearing the stupid blindfold.
