Page 94 of The Accidental Dating Experiment
Monroe’s body moves and pulses as he rocks into me, hips swiveling, then as he eases out, pauses, and…I moan a carnal, wild yes.
The sight of his ass muscles bunching as he thrusts into me are driving me wild. Sending me spinning. “Again,” I cry out.
“Yeah? Like this?” he asks, a rhetorical question as he pumps into me, hitting that spot inside me again and again.
My toes curl.
My stomach clenches.
And my mind lights up. I’m watching him fucking me and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. This view of my guy. This view of him taking me, owning me, pleasing me.
I get it now—why mirrors are such a thing.
I’ve unlocked a new kink. “I love,” I gasp out, my words bitten off by a wild cry ripped from deep inside me as my clit sings from the pleasure pressing down on me…
“You love what?” he prompts as he fucks me deep.
Words are hard. Thoughts are hard. My body is buzzing, my cells are pulsing. I’m close, so close. “I love watching us,” I finally manage to say. “I just love…watching us.”
This is my true new kink. My eyes wide open, enjoying the view of the man I love, taking me far into the night.
Another pump, another thrust, and my vision blurs and I spiral into the bliss of this love, this passion, this man.
In seconds, he’s coming too, hard and loud, just the way I like it.
Later, we’re lying in bed, cleaned up and sated, and he takes my hand. “Maybe we were practicing as us all along. I don’t think I knew it for a while. Or that I wanted to admit it even when I did realize. But now I do, and you know what they say?”
He turns to face me, eyes expectant.
“Practice makes perfect?”
He nuzzles my neck. “Yep.”
Someone else nuzzles my hair. Then purrs loudly, like an engine rumbling down the highway. I reach a hand up to scratch Mustache’s chin. “I know you missed me.”
My cat rubs his head against mine, answering yes in his own way.
Monroe scratches the feline’s chin.
Yeah, I think I’ll keep them both.
I have an hour before we hit the road a few weeks later, so I walk with Fable to Elodie’s in Hayes Valley, catching up on her latest news along the way. Dating news.
“He’s pretty fun,” she says of a new guy she’s started seeing. His name is Brady, and he’s a stock broker. But there’s some hesitation in her voice. I wonder if she can hear it too as she tells me more about him. “He’s just one of those people who likes everyone,” she adds but the report doesn’t sound entirely great for some reason I can’t quite put my finger on.
“I’m glad it’s going well, but don’t be afraid to listen to your gut,” I say.
She gives me a friendly smile. “I hear you. I’ll let you know if my gut says something interesting.”
“You do that,” I say, then flash back to a time at a football game when I saw her boss — the billionaire owner of the football team looking at her longingly when we were all in the suite. Something in his eyes made me feel like…he really saw her. Understood her even. “Maybe Brady is the right guy for you. Or maybe there’s someone else.”
“Can you send me this someone else right now?” She jokes, then waves when we reach the chocolate shop. “Have fun with your mom.”
“I will. Can’t wait to hear more about your guy,” I say, then add, “Or your someone else.”
She laughs. “Yes, me too.”
As she leaves I head into Elodie’s, scanning the shop for a familiar face. There she is. Mom’s clutching a cup of hot chocolate and waving frantically to me from a table.