trying not to gag when he doused his own with syrup. “I hate you for staying so fit when you eat like that.”
“I have a super-fast metabolism.”
“And a super sweet tooth.”
He only smiled and bit into his toast. “Catch me up on everything since I talked to you last. Is Tía Lucía still pinching innocent men’s asses at weddings?”
“She contends that you asked for it.”
“That’s right, blame the victim.”
They chatted amiably for a good half hour. Ana found herself relaxing as they slipped into their usual friendly banter, continuing to sit and talk after their plates were empty and the weak winter sun had lifted some of the gloom from the house.
“You’re still here.”
Taylor’s sleep-roughened voice surprised her. Before she could turn to look over her shoulder, he was by her side, kneeling next to her. His gaze was assessing, roving over her as if he were checking for signs of injuries.
The thought had crossed her mind that perhaps the light of day would bring mortification over their naughty encounter. But Taylor didn’t allow her a chance for cowering and hiding. He brushed a string of kisses over her face, and then nuzzled against her cheek and neck, rather like a puppy seeking a bit of affection. She sank her hand into his thick hair and rubbed his scalp, forgetting that Eli was even there.
“Hi,” he whispered into her mouth. His lips brushed hers again.
“Hi.”
A loud cough sounded. Ana blushed, remembering Eli, and tried to pull away, but Taylor wouldn’t allow it. If anything, he kissed her harder, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and exploring her thoroughly.
You’re turning into one kinky bitch, finding it this hot to be kissed with an audience. No, not turning. It must have always been there, a match waiting for a spark.
He gave her one final nuzzle, rubbing his nose against hers before rising to his feet and walking to the refrigerator. She had to bite her lip to keep from calling him back, begging him for a thorough make-out session, despite whoever may be watching. Eli’s presence put off something else, she realized right then. If he hadn’t been there, she might have tried to engage Taylor in some sort of postmortem. Too bad Eli was here. Too, too bad. That was not a secret spurt of relief in delaying the confrontation that they would have to have at some point.
You wussy.
Yep. Queen of the wussies, that was her.
Taylor withdrew a carton of orange juice and drank straight from the spout, something so out of character for her fastidious husband she could only blink at him. A thought occurred to her, and she frowned. “Wait, you knew Eli was here?” She turned to Eli. “I thought you said that you came in late last night?”
She heard a gurgle from Taylor’s direction, and she almost glanced back to him, but Eli spoke. “I guess I wasn’t ninja-like enough. Taylor heard me eating some of your spaghetti last night. Delicious, by the way.”
“Oh.”
“Why aren’t you gone yet?” Taylor asked as he grabbed the plate of remaining French toast and brought it to the table, along with a fork.
“Taylor!” Ana was mortified. Eli owned the place after all.
“No, no, Ana, I don’t mind. I know what a social disaster Tay is. To answer you, I was just making some breakfast before hitting the road. I had no idea that Ana would hear me and come investigate.” Eli patted his mouth with his napkin. “I’ll be heading out shortly.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she protested.
“Yes he does. Hush, Ana.”
“Taylor, this is his place, and we cannot kick him out of it.”
“As much as I love being the cause of marital discord, honey, this time it’s just not worth it. I did promise you guys this place for the weekend and you don’t need to worry about me staying and messing things up.” Eli winked at her. “Threes a crowd anyway.”
Chapter Five
Eli stormed back inside, closing the door against the rush of snow and wind. “Um. You guys
“I have a super-fast metabolism.”
“And a super sweet tooth.”
He only smiled and bit into his toast. “Catch me up on everything since I talked to you last. Is Tía Lucía still pinching innocent men’s asses at weddings?”
“She contends that you asked for it.”
“That’s right, blame the victim.”
They chatted amiably for a good half hour. Ana found herself relaxing as they slipped into their usual friendly banter, continuing to sit and talk after their plates were empty and the weak winter sun had lifted some of the gloom from the house.
“You’re still here.”
Taylor’s sleep-roughened voice surprised her. Before she could turn to look over her shoulder, he was by her side, kneeling next to her. His gaze was assessing, roving over her as if he were checking for signs of injuries.
The thought had crossed her mind that perhaps the light of day would bring mortification over their naughty encounter. But Taylor didn’t allow her a chance for cowering and hiding. He brushed a string of kisses over her face, and then nuzzled against her cheek and neck, rather like a puppy seeking a bit of affection. She sank her hand into his thick hair and rubbed his scalp, forgetting that Eli was even there.
“Hi,” he whispered into her mouth. His lips brushed hers again.
“Hi.”
A loud cough sounded. Ana blushed, remembering Eli, and tried to pull away, but Taylor wouldn’t allow it. If anything, he kissed her harder, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and exploring her thoroughly.
You’re turning into one kinky bitch, finding it this hot to be kissed with an audience. No, not turning. It must have always been there, a match waiting for a spark.
He gave her one final nuzzle, rubbing his nose against hers before rising to his feet and walking to the refrigerator. She had to bite her lip to keep from calling him back, begging him for a thorough make-out session, despite whoever may be watching. Eli’s presence put off something else, she realized right then. If he hadn’t been there, she might have tried to engage Taylor in some sort of postmortem. Too bad Eli was here. Too, too bad. That was not a secret spurt of relief in delaying the confrontation that they would have to have at some point.
You wussy.
Yep. Queen of the wussies, that was her.
Taylor withdrew a carton of orange juice and drank straight from the spout, something so out of character for her fastidious husband she could only blink at him. A thought occurred to her, and she frowned. “Wait, you knew Eli was here?” She turned to Eli. “I thought you said that you came in late last night?”
She heard a gurgle from Taylor’s direction, and she almost glanced back to him, but Eli spoke. “I guess I wasn’t ninja-like enough. Taylor heard me eating some of your spaghetti last night. Delicious, by the way.”
“Oh.”
“Why aren’t you gone yet?” Taylor asked as he grabbed the plate of remaining French toast and brought it to the table, along with a fork.
“Taylor!” Ana was mortified. Eli owned the place after all.
“No, no, Ana, I don’t mind. I know what a social disaster Tay is. To answer you, I was just making some breakfast before hitting the road. I had no idea that Ana would hear me and come investigate.” Eli patted his mouth with his napkin. “I’ll be heading out shortly.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she protested.
“Yes he does. Hush, Ana.”
“Taylor, this is his place, and we cannot kick him out of it.”
“As much as I love being the cause of marital discord, honey, this time it’s just not worth it. I did promise you guys this place for the weekend and you don’t need to worry about me staying and messing things up.” Eli winked at her. “Threes a crowd anyway.”
Chapter Five
Eli stormed back inside, closing the door against the rush of snow and wind. “Um. You guys
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