“No?”

“No.” She shakes her head and kisses me. I reach down and guide myself inside her, but stop there, not moving in and out, and walk out of the pool to a chaise lounge in the setting sun and lay her back on it. “But this works.”

“This absolutely works,” I agree, still seated deep inside her. “God, Addie, you feel amazing.”

She’s tight. And warm. And fuck me, her skin pressed to mine is the closest to heaven I’ll ever be.

I slide in and out slowly, making her wetter, making her moan and writhe beneath me. I fucking love how vocal she is when I’m inside her.

“How do you feel?” I whisper.

“Sexy,” she replies as her eyes find mine. “Full. Wet.”

I grin and move faster, in short thrusts, rubbing her clit with my pubis each time. She moans, making my dick harden more, if that’s even possible.

“You’re so fucking incredible.” I lean down to pull a puckered nipple into my mouth. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“You can go harder,” she says with a smile.

“You want it rough, baby?”

She nods. I pull out and flip her over, slap her ass, then push inside her from behind and fuck her hard, gripping her hips roughly. I reach down and pull her hair from the scalp and feel my eyes cross when she reaches under to clutch my balls. I’m pounding her. I can’t get far enough inside her.

I’m marking her.

The orgasm sneaks up on me and pulls me under quickly. I rock against her perfect ass, coming inside her. She’s pushed back against me, spasming around me, coming with me.

“Fucking incredible,” I whisper and kiss her shoulder before I pull out and chuckle when she collapses on the chaise, spent. “Tired?”

“Mm.”

“Hungry?”

“Mm.”

I bite her shoulder. “Ready for a shower?”

“Can’t move.”

I grin.

“All of this praise for my masculinity is really overboard, babe. Just a simple thank-you is sufficient.”

She chuckles and turns onto her side so she can see me.

“Can I please cook you dinner?”

“Cooking twice in one day?”

“I’d like to poke around your kitchen.”

I scoop her up and pad, both of us naked, to the house. “You can poke around anything you want, baby.”

“Good, because I also want to poke around your bedroom.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter Nine

Addison

“God, I needed this,” Kat moans two days later as she and I sit side by side in massaging pedicure chairs, our feet soaking in hot water as we wait for our turns.

“Me too. We spend a lot of time on our feet.”

“In heels,” she agrees with a nod. “Mia needs this too.”

“Mia won’t take enough time off to do this.” I sigh as the rollers in the chair run up and down my back, on either side of my spine. “She worries me.”

“She worries all of us,” Kat says. “She’s a workaholic.”

“We’re all workaholics,” I remind her. “Mia’s a workfanatic.”

“Truth,” Kat says. “Maybe she needs an intervention.”

“I think that’s what it’ll eventually come down to. And now that we’re talking about expanding the restaurant, she’s going to need more help. She can’t keep firing all of her sous chefs.”

“She’s a perfectionist. I wouldn’t want to work for her.”

“She’s a tyrant,” I reply with a laugh. “I mean, I appreciate that she just wants the customers to have what they asked for¸ but geez.”

“Mia just wants people to come back. She wants them to have the best experience ever. We can’t fault her for that.”

“No.” I shake my head and smile at the woman who sits on a little stool at my feet and begins taking my old polish off. “What’s new with you?”

“Oh no,” Kat says with a laugh. “We’re going to talk about you. Please tell me you and Jake . . . played Parcheesi,” she says, wiggling her brows and making me giggle.

“Parcheesi?” I ask with a snort. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“For now it is, yes.”

“Yes, we played Parcheesi.”

Kat claps her hands and shifts in her seat. “Finally! How was he? Does he know his way around the, um, board?”

“He doesn’t need a GPS, that’s for sure.” I take a sip of my iced latte. “He stayed the night, then took me to his place the next day. It’s a nice place.”

“I bet it is,” Kat replies with shrewd eyes. “What else happened?”

“I met Steve Jennings.”

“The rock god, Steven Jennings?” Kat squeals. “Shut the front door!”

“That’s the one,” I reply with a nod. “He’s quite the flirt.”

“He’s old,” she replies with a frown.

“Doesn’t mean he’s not a flirt. Besides, old or not, I bet he doesn’t have to work very hard to get women in his bed.”

“True. But back to Jake. Things are going well?”

“I think so.”

She turns her head to me, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. “You think so?”

“How do you always have such perfect makeup?” I ask, deliberately trying to change the subject. “I mean, have you found a new setting spray you haven’t told me about? Because you need to tell me these things.”