Page 46 of The Sweet Talker
As that thought settles in my brain, a warmth falls over me, a sense of contentment like I’ve never felt before encompasses my entire body. Now that I know what I want, I just have to convince her to see things my way, and show her that moving beyond a pretend relationship is the reason we were brought together, and that she deserves a future filled with happiness. To begin with, I have to come clean about her phone, and tell her I’m the one who found it. I don’t want any lies between us.
Just don’t mess this up, Brody.
Before the chocolate gets too hot, I dip my finger into the bowl, and brush it over her cheek.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Instead of answering, I do it again, covering her chin and neck. “Brody!”
She lifts her spoon and flicks it at me, covering my face and hair, and we both laugh. I take the spoon from her, dip it into the bowl and flick it at her. She gasps and rubs the chocolate from her cheeks, smearing it more. I pull her to me, and press my lips to hers. I break the kiss and grin when I see our artwork.
“You’re a mess.”
“You’re one to talk.” She laughs and shakes her head. “Do you want to grab me a cloth?” She wipes at her face. “Oh no, I got it all over my clothes.”
“Then we’d better get you out of them.” I reach around her body and pull on her apron strings. It falls to the floor and she sucks in a fast breath. “This sweater, it has to go.”
“Agreed,” she says her voice low, breathless…aroused.
She lifts her arms and lets me peel it over her head and with one quick flick, I have her bra removed. I pick her up and turn her, setting her on one of her white marble tabletops.
“I was thinking, a chocolate-covered Josie, is probably going to be a hell of a lot tastier than anything we’ve made tonight.” She squirms, as I go back and get the bowl with the leftover chocolate, still warm and gooey. I nudge her until she’s flat on her back, and I dip my finger into the bowl, swirling it around the chocolate. Once it’s thoroughly coated, I run it around her nipple, and it puckers at my touch.
I lean down and take her puckered bud into my mouth, and flavor explodes on my tongue. “Jesus, you taste good,” I murmur, and treat her other nipple to that same pleasure. She writhes beneath me, and I step to the end of the table, grip her yoga pants at the waist and slide them down her long, sexy legs. I gaze at the beautiful woman on display, and my cock grows impossibly thicker. I remove her panties and tug on her until her legs are dangling over the edge. I coat my fingers with chocolate, trail them up her inner thighs and follow behind with my tongue.
“God, that is good,” she says, her body quaking beneath my touch.
“So good,” I murmur, and breathe warm air all over her pussy when I reach it. She grips my hair to hold me and lifts her hips, rubbing her pussy all over my mouth. I love it how she takes what she needs with me, no inhibitions, just full on honesty.
I put her legs over my shoulders and lap at her. She moans the way I like and I reward her with a thick finger. I slide it high inside her core, and her muscles ripple around me. She is so damn close. I lift my head and take in her glossy, lust-imbued eyes.
“I am never going to be able to taste chocolate again without thinking about this moment.”
She goes up on her elbows. “Same.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her gorgeous breasts beckoning my mouth again. “That’s going to be hard for me, considering I work with chocolate every single day.”
I remove her legs from my shoulders, and stand to unzip my pants. My cock jumps free and I take it into my hand. “Speaking of hard.”
She laughs, and opens her legs for me. I step up to her, and grip her hips for leverage, as I jerk my hips forward and completely fill her.
“Brody,” she cries.
“I know, Josie. I know.”
This isn’t just good. It’s great, and what we’re doing here, it isn’t just fucking. No, it’s so much more. Too much more for me to walk away from. Which means it’s time to come clean and tell her everything. Will she walk out of my life like every other woman has, or will she put the past in the past, and begin to live to the fullest—with me.
It’s time to find out.
14
Josie
Christmas Eve:
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“I love this quaint town,” I say quietly, and I take in all the twinkling lights as we drive down Main Street toward the Bradbury’s home. I shift the box of bark on my lap, the sense of peace and joy inside me bringing on a smile, and memories of Brody spreading warm chocolate on my body bringing heat to my core. When was the last time I was this happy?
Beside me, Brody taps the steering wheel. “I’ve never seen a town go all out like this at Christmas.”
I turn, a small smile still on my face as I take in Brody’s strong profile. He flicks on the wipers and while I wish it was snowing instead of raining, it matters little. Nothing can spoil my light and cheerful mood tonight. I shake my head as I take in Brody’s freshly shaven face. This last week has been a whirlwind of emoti