Page 111 of Effortless

He’s sucking on the skin where my shoulder and neck meet and suddenly I have no idea what I was going to say.

“Cash.”

“Right here, baby.”

“Glaze me like a doughnut.”

Wait. What did I just say?

Cash’s head jerks back and he looks appropriately confused. Humored, but confused.

“What was that?” he asks with a sparkle in his eyes.

I drop my face to his shoulder before sliding down his body so my feet are firmly back on the ground. Where they belong after that line.

I cover my face with my hands. “I have no idea why I said that. I heard it on TikTok. This super funny guy I watch. Someone said it to him in his comments and it stuck with me I guess.”

“Glazeme like adoughnut?Seriously?”

I nod, still covering my face. “I know. It’s so bad. And it wasn’t even the worst one!”

“I’m honestly at a loss for words right now.”

“Hey, I could have said crack me open like a new book. Or split me in half like a pistachio.”

“I’m not sure glaze you like a doughnut is better.”

“I ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

He curves a hand around the back of my neck and tilts my head back so my eyes meet his. “Impossible. This was just a detour, and now I’m wondering what it would be like to cover you in frosting and lick it off. So really, it was a quite pleasant detour.”

My knees buckle at the thought of him doing just that.

I lick my lips. “Maybe I want to lick it off you?”

Cash shakes his head. “Me first.”

He picks me up bridal style, like he’s carrying me over the threshold. One of my legs kicks up and I let out a soft cry before circling my arms around his neck.

“Well, hello there.”

“Hi.”

“What’s your plan?” I ask, even though I know what his plan is.

A night full of him and me and sex and no distractions. No parents or ex-husbands or siblings or daughters, who isn’t a distraction but does prevent us from having all the sex.

“Little of this and little of that.”

“There’s nothing little about you.”

“Now that’s a good line.”

“Why thank you. Came up with it all on my own. No help from TikTok.”

He’s moving through the house as if I weigh nothing in his arms and this might make me sound like I’m anti-feminist, but it makes me feel girly and little and like he can take care of me. I like it.

We make it to the kitchen and he places me down on the counter, spreads my legs apart, and steps between them.