Fat Cat Liar

He disappears into the darkness, leaving me to take in the amazement of what has transformed here. My head spins with the massive amount of intelligence and knowledge it has required to do a build of this size, especially considering the updated environmental requirements now imposed on building and remodeling in the city.

A touch of jealousy bubbles in my chest thinking about how incredible it would have been to work on this from start to finish. My expertise in Architecture and Rural Planning kicks in, and I envision the drawings, sketches, and scale models.

Lawson’s footsteps come closer, and there’s a click as the room floods with more light.

He walks my way with a sly grin growing with every step that brings him closer.

“I’ve decided I’m not taking a chance. Hop on.” He twists his back to me.

“I’m not jumping on your back,” I gawk.

“You are if you want to look around this place. Your shoes are hazardous, and you openly pouted at the mention of a hard hat. Up you go.”

“My dress will split.”

“Hike it up, wrap your legs around me, and let’s go.”

“No,” I refuse.

In a flash, he spins, takes the tight material at my waist, and yanks it over my hips. The cold air hits my bare ass, and I suck in a breath.

His eyes drop to the hot pink triangle barely covering me, held together by a tiny string. “Fuck me,” he hisses.

I wiggle to pull my dress down, but he doesn’t budge, licking his lips appreciatively. “That was the plan—later tonight!”

“This is going to make this tour so much more enjoyable.” He ignores my hands smacking his.

Just as quickly as before, he bends, grabbing the back of my thighs and hoisting me in his arms. I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist and use his shoulders for balance.

“Lawson—”

“Kiss me,” he demands. “Kiss me right now.”

His eyes smolder, and my heart flips in my chest, racing at the intensity in his gaze. I stop protesting, lower my lips to his, and place soft pecks from corner to corner of his mouth. My hands skim up his neck, fingernails scraping in the soft scruff on his cheeks as I slip my tongue inside.

Slowly, I sweep my tongue around his mouth until I curl it around his and kiss him sweetly, taking my time to savor. He has a taste that’s all his own that I’ve come to love. His hands glide to cup the cheeks of my ass, caressing in the rhythm of our tongues.

My body sinks into him, curling as close as possible. One of his fingers curves under the string of my panties, running along until it finds my already wet heat and slips inside. I whimper into his mouth, a shudder running through my body. My thighs tighten, and my hips thrust downward, pushing him deeper.

“So fucking sweet,” he mutters into my mouth.

I twirl my tongue once more then break away, resting my forehead on his.

“That’s one way to stop you from arguing with me.”

“Yeah,” I reply breathlessly.

He walks forward, keeping our heads together, careful not to jostle me.

“Lawson, are you forgetting something?”

“Nope.” His lip quirks, his eyes lighting with humor.

“You aren’t going to move your hand?”

“Not planning on it.”

“But what about—“