Bar Bites: A Man of the Month Cookbook (Man of the Month 13)

He started to reach for her breasts, but she shook her head. "Hold my hips," she ordered, enjoying being the one in charge.

With one hand, she cupped his head, the other pressed against his abs, so tight from both his gym routine and the manual labor of their job. She kept her eyes open, then moved her hips--small motions that stroked and teased the head of his cock. It was a maneuver designed to drive him crazy, and she knew she'd succeeded when she saw his eyes go glassy.

A trill of victory shot through her, but it was as much his victory as hers, because as she'd teased him, she'd also been torturing herself. Now, her core throbbed, craving

his cock. Her breasts ached, her skin tingled all over, and her clit felt so swollen and sensitive that a tiny breeze would undoubtedly send her rocketing off into space.

That was it; she couldn't wait any longer.

She shifted her hands to his shoulders for balance, then wiggled her hips until his steel-hard cock was right at her core. Their eyes met, and she lowered herself just enough to draw the head of his cock into her. Heat flared in his eyes, making her even more wet, and when he slid his finger up and down her perineum, she couldn't take it any more. She thrust herself down on him, his cock filling her core as his fingertip rimmed her ass. He arched back, his hand still on her hip, helping guide her as she rode him hard, lost in the storm of sensations, all merging together now to push her over the edge.

"Come with me." His voice, though clearly an order, came out raw, giving her all the power. All the control. And that, frankly, was erotic enough to send the first shudders of a massive orgasm rumbling through her. And when he thrust his finger into her ass in time with his own orgasm, the sensation of being doubly-filled sent her tumbling over into a dark, wild void full of crackles of lightning and booms of thunder and an eternity of stars going supernova all around her.

Cliche, maybe, but he'd shattered her. No, she corrected herself as she sagged against him, they'd shattered each other.

For a while, they stayed motionless, her forehead resting against his until she had her breath back. Then she eased off of him and curled up beside him as his fingertips traced lazy patterns on her naked skin.

"I love you," he said, the words simple and direct, as if there had never been any doubt between them. As if they hadn't had to fight for what they now had.

"I know," she said, because it was true. And because the past was gone, and all that existed now was the two of them and the future.

"If I could fix this, I would."

There was a tightness in his voice, and she lifted her head, shifting her position just enough so that she could see his face. "There's nothing to fix, I promise. I had a bad day, but you've made it all better."

"It's not enough," he said, and she felt that twist in her gut. She hadn't meant to disturb him. To make him feel guilty about the house or the show.

"It is. I love this house. I love you. And, honestly, I even love the show. I'd just hit a wall, but you've helped me scale it."

"Maybe part way, but we're not over it yet." He cupped his chin, his mouth curved into a frown. Clearly, he was thinking, but she had no idea about what.

"Spencer?"

"They're the ones that crossed the line," he said. "The house is ours. This life is ours. And we're the couple on the show."

"So?"

"All that was agreed on. They got access. Not to our bedroom, God forbid." His eyes danced with amusement. "We're not that kind of a show. But they get to go pretty much everywhere else. They film our talks about groceries while we're discussing wallpaper. They film our talks about how we work and what kind of office space we need while we discuss furniture choices. Our lives seep into this show because they have to."

"I know all of that."

He took her hands in his. "But we've never staged anything."

She nodded slowly. "The party. That's why it's bugging me so much. It's not really our party at all."

"Would you have had an engagement party here?"

She shook her head. "We're already engaged. We went to The Fix and hung out with friends that night, remember?"

"I have a vague memory," he said, and she rolled her eyes. "I say we take it away from them."

Her eyes went wide. "You mean tell them they can't film the party?"

"I mean cancel the party."

She lifted a shoulder. "Knowing Molly and Adam, they'd just reschedule."

"Can't have an engagement party if we're not engaged. And after we cancel, we can lay down the law. No more staged events."