Page 64 of Gary

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“That’s a very ugly pumpkin.”

Turning to face him, she propped her hands on her hips and gave him an exasperating look. Or tried to. It was not easy to pull off when he looked so damn good sprawled on the sofa, with his booted feet propped on the cushions.

He was wearing an emerald, green sweater that brought out the flecks of green in his gray eyes and his hair was messy. The shop was closed of course for her to get her decorating done and he had taken advantage of that, by taking her around the back and making love to her. She had protested at first, but only put up a token resistance.

“If you are going to lie there and pass judgement, then I suggest you go away or keep quiet. The members of the book club lovingly and painstakingly decorated these pumpkins.”

Stacking his hands behind his head, he shot her an amused look, loving the way her cranberry colored sweater hugged her breasts. He had made love to her on the tiny desk in her office, but he could already feel the stirrings of desire.

“I am here to supervise and make sure you are doing the place justice. I thought you wanted my input.”

“I wanted help, but so far, you have distracted me with sex, then you wanted coffee and muffins and then you proceeded to feel me up when I was bent over the bucket.”

“You have such an enticing derriere, I could not resist,” he grinned at her.

“Now you are lying down while I do all the work.”

“I already told you I am no good at this sort of thing and it’s fun watching you.”

“So, shut up and let me finish. Where?” She hefted the small pumpkins in her hands.

His eyebrows lifted. “You are asking me for advice?”

“Yes. Where?”

He looked around the already crowded shop, his eyes landing on an empty shelf. “Over there. It is the only place you have left out.”

She marched over and placed them in the middle, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

“Do you think it’s too much?” She turned in a slow circle, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

“I think it’s enough.” He sat up, stretching out a hand. “Come here.”

She shook her head. “We are not having sex on the sofa. Besides, that’s a glass door and people passing by could see through it, if they are curious enough.”

“I just want to hold you. That’s all!” His smile was persuasive and had her going weak. The man had a stamina that amazed her.

Biting off a sigh, she walked towards him and allowed herself to be pulled down into his lap.

“That’s better.” He murmured against her ear. “So, what sort of activities do you have planned for tonight?”

She had invited him to the shindig, and he had agreed to be here. Spending time with her was torture, knowing he would have to leave shortly, but he wanted to cram in as much time as possible and not think about what would happen after.

“Poetry reading,” she settled back against his chest with a contended sigh. “Food, lots of it.’ She arched her neck in sublime pleasure as he kissed her ear. The man has a way of making her forget her train of thoughts. “Uhm…, food…”

“You said that already,” he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her.

“Oh. Yes. Uhm, music, yes, there will be – Oh Gary. Please, I cannot think.”

“I don’t want you to.” His hands were busy cupping her small breasts, the nipples already ripe and ready. “I want you to feel.”

“You are going to get tired of me.”

His heart lurched inside his chest, and he felt emotions ripping him to shreds.

“Possibly.” He grunted when she landed an elbow in his belly.