Only One Love (Only One 7)

"No one knows what kind of parent they are going to be," she says. "It’s kind of a YOLO thing." I laugh at her. "The first one is pretty much a test drive. Second, you fix all the kinks in it, and by the third, it’s perfect." She closes her eyes. "Shit, that means Vivi is the good one."

I laugh and lean over now. "Nah," I disagree, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Your parents got it right on the second one."

Her eyes shine now. "You need to stop doing that," she says, and I just look at her confused.

"You don’t have to woo me." She leans in a touch, rubbing her nose to mine. "I’m a sure thing."

I laugh, mimicking her and rubbing my nose to hers. "But wooing you is fun."

"Well, consider me wooed," she says, kissing the side of my lips softly. My cock strains to come out. I want to grab her and place her on the table and devour her. "Now we ate some food." She points at the plates. "We’ve had small talk." She kisses the other side of my lips. "Now the big question is." She licks my lower lip. "Your place or mine?"

Chapter 23

Frances

"We’ve had small talk." I tease him by kissing the side of his lips. "Now the big question is." I lick his lower lip. "Your place or mine?" He’s driving me crazy.

"We haven’t even finished our meal," he says, rubbing his nose with mine, making my whole body shiver when he kisses me. This time, he slips his tongue into my mouth, but only for one second, and then he lets me go. "Besides, I’m going to need more food for all the things you want to do."

I grab the glass of whiskey and gulp down the whole glass. "You are going to push me to drink."

Fernando comes back with two more plates with pasta and pizza. "Can I get another glass?" I hold up the whiskey, and Fernando smiles and nods.

"This is good." Wilson takes a bite of pizza and holds the piece up for me. I lean in and take a bite, and he isn’t wrong. It’s really good.

"It’s really good," I say, and he leans in and kisses the side of my mouth just like I did to him.

"So tell me about your week." He puts his hands around my chair, rubbing my arm with his thumb. I turn in my chair and cross my legs.

"It was good," I say with my foot against his calf. "It was nice having my dad on the set." His hand moves from around the chair to my knee.

My body shivers under his touch. "Explain to me what you do?" he asks me softly, and his fingers rub my knee. My eyes go to my knee as I want his finger to dance along my leg.

"Well, you saw the interview process." I try to focus on the conversation and not how his hand is touching me. He moves his hand from my knee to my hand, holding it in his. He slips his right hand in my right hand, and his left hand goes to my knee.

"I did.” he says, and I look at him, his gaze fixated on me.

"That’s the easy part," I say as his hand on my leg goes higher and higher each time. I try to control my breathing, but at this point, I’m surprised I’m not panting like a dog in heat. "The next part is my favorite," I tell him, his right hand playing in mine. "It’s when I get to sit down and go through thousands and thousands of old games and interviews."

He looks at me, shocked. "Really?"

I laugh at him. "Really. I even found a couple of videos from when you were in high school."

"Did you really?" He smiles, and I nod. His hand moves to the edge of where my skirt lies on my thighs.

"I did, and I even found an interview from your first NHL game." I lean forward to grab the glass of whiskey.

"I can’t wait to see it." His hand slips under my skirt. I bring the glass of whiskey to my lips and uncross my legs, opening them for him. His hand moves higher until his finger grazes my clit. The linen napkin falls to my side, so I grab it in one hand and place it right where his hand is to cover up what he’s doing.

I look over at him, taking a sip of the whiskey. "I can’t wait for you to see it either," I say as his fingers graze my clit again. My whole body is going into overdrive. It’s the little touch and graze through the lace that sends shock waves right to my core.

"Are we still hungry?" Fernando asks as he stands beside Wilson, who doesn’t move his hand. His fingers graze through the lace that sends shock waves right to my core.