Seducing Lauren
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Brad must agree because Ty nods. “Good. Thanks, man. Let me know if you hear anything else.”
Ty hangs up and turns around, then stops short when he sees me. His face softens and he smiles. “You’re awake.”
I nod and cross to him, wrap my arms around his waist, and lean into him. “How’s Brad?”
“Grouchy.” Ty laughs and kisses my head while running his hands up and down my back, hugging me tight. “Pissed that we can’t pin the vandalism on Jack.”
“No proof?”
“None.” Ty’s voice is thick with frustration. “But the windows will be replaced by Wednesday. Brad was here earlier while you were asleep to check for any other evidence and clear the scene to be cleaned up.”
“Oh, good. I’ll have to call my pool boy and have him come take care of the pool.”
“You have a pool boy?” He raises his eyebrows at me and his lips twitch as he tries to hold his laugh in.
“Of course I do. I have a pool.” I grin and kiss him chastely. “Michael is very thorough.”
“Do I have to kill him? Lawyers don’t do well in prison, you know.”
I laugh as I pull away. “Nah, he’s very gay.” I sniff the air. “You’re cooking.”
“I owe you a home-cooked meal.” He brushes his knuckles down my cheek before taking my hand in his and leading me down to the kitchen.
“Shouldn’t I get dressed?”
“You could, but it would be a waste of time because I plan to just get you naked again.”
“So today is just a naked day then? Why aren’t you naked?”
He cocks a brow and smirks.
Arrogant ass.
“Sit here.” He motions to a stool at the breakfast bar, where I can watch him move about the kitchen. I like seeing him in my kitchen.
“Do you like to cook often?” Ty sets a plate of tiny-sliced bread with tomato and mozzarella cheese on the counter and I dig in, ravenous. “I’m starving.”
“I’m not surprised. You didn’t eat all day.”
“I know, I slept all day.”
“Not all day,” he reminds me with a smile. “Wine?”
“No thanks, just water. Where did all of this come from? I know I didn’t have it in my fridge.”
“Jill delivered.”
He pours me a glass of water and then sets about whipping potatoes and grilling asparagus.
“I’ll have to start paying Jill mileage. This is quite a production.” I take a sip of water and scoop up another piece of bread. “And delicious.”
He takes my wrist in his hand and pulls my food to his mouth, taking a big bite.
“Mmm, you’re right. Not as delicious as you, though.”
I feel my cheeks heat and realize that I’ve never been given the opportunity to taste him. I tilt my head and watch him bustle about the kitchen.
“What are you thinking?”
“That I’d like to suck your cock.”
He stops with a lamb chop gripped in the tongs in his hand and his head whips up to gape at me. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I shrug and take a bite of bread. “I’ve only done it once in my life, and I’d like to try it again.”
He sets the food on the countertop and braces his hands on the granite, watching me. “Right now?”
“Maybe after dinner. I’m hungry.”
His eyes are hot as he watches me. “Unless you want me to bend you over the breakfast bar, don’t bite your lip.”
I release my lip and lick it slowly where my teeth were buried in it.
“Damn it, Lo,” he whispers.
“What?”
He shakes his head and paces away, pulls the asparagus out of the oven, and plates our meal. “I have a permanent hard-on when I’m with you.”
“Is that bad?” I laugh.
“It’s new. It’s never been like this for me, and we’ve only just begun.”
Wow.
He smiles softly and gestures to the dining table. “Come on, sweetness, let’s eat so I can get you back to bed and bury myself in you for the rest of the night.”
“Maybe I’m tired.”
“You slept all day.”
“Maybe I’m sore.”
“We’ll soak in the tub for a while.” He frowns over at me as I join him at the table. “If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say no, Lauren.”
I grin and rise up on my toes to kiss his cheek. “I’m teasing you.”
He pulls me to him, wraps his arms around my middle, and buries his face in my hair. “You’re not funny.”
“I’m hilarious.”
Chapter Eleven
“Why didn’t you call me Saturday night?”
Cary is furious as I sit across from him in his office. I should be working, and instead I’m here for a meeting late Monday morning. “There was nothing you could do, Cary.”
“It had to be Jack.”
I grin at him and shrug. “Obviously, but there is no proof. No prints, nothing left behind.”
“He’s such a prick. I’m sure the protection order pissed him off. Word has gotten around town, and I heard that he’s been suspended from work.” Cary shakes his head and leans back in his chair watching me. “Is Ty staying with you?”
I nod slowly, maintaining eye contact. “Is that a problem?”