After that we make our way to Cloud Gate. I haven't stopped by the giant bean in years. Neither has Tess. In front of the giant silver sculpture, Tess takes a million pictures of Max and texts them to Fiona and Ethan. She also insists I take a selfie, of which I refuse. Somehow she manages to wear me down and I end up snapping one just to shut her up. She's relentless when she wants something.
We then make our way to Mindy's Hot Chocolate to warm up. Max has two cups, and Tess has one. I settle on coffee, but Max makes me taste his hot chocolate because it is the best ever with so many extra marshmallows.
We spend the later part of the afternoon driving around Printer's Row. There I give Tess a tour of the whats and wheres. Once I've showed her around, I take her and Max into my office just to check on things, after which we hit the drive-thru at McDonalds to feed Max because he pleaded. And then we make one last stop at a local Italian restaurant for the adults.
By the time we get home it's after seven and Max is out cold. Carrying him up the stairs has become a habit, but I don't mind. The little guy has so much energy that his body just can't keep up.
In his room, I lay him down at the foot of the bed.
"I guess I'll bathe Max tomorrow," Tess says as she pulls off his shoes and then tugs down the bedcovers.
I pick him up again and carry him to the head of the bed. "Shit, I forgot about that. Don't tell Fi we put him to bed without a bath, she'll freak."
Tess laughs as she turns on his nightlight. "That secret is safe with me. Fiona is a little crazy about baths, and I think she'd have my head for putting him to bed without one."
I raise a brow. "You could have my head."
Tess shoves me toward the door. "Out," she orders.
In the hall, I lean against the spare room door with one foot propped up and wait for Tess to finish tucking Max in.
Today has been filled with illicit touches and covert looks. I don't think I've ever felt this much sexual tension without satisfying it. So yeah, right now the word head makes me think of my throbbing cock. Just like watching her bend down earlier made me think of her sweet pussy. And seeing her pucker her lips around her cup of hot chocolate created visions of how that mouth would feel wrapped around me.
Tess comes out of the room, closes the door, and then turns to look at me across the hall. "We should eat while the food is hot."
I shrug. "We could always warm it up."
She eyes the door I'm leaning against, the one to the spare room. "Ask me nicely."
I remain right where I am. "Ask you what?"
"If I want to fuck?"
Amused, I go ahead and ask, "Do you want to fuck?"
She shrugs. "I am hungry. Maybe if you ask a little nicer."
"What? Do you want me to beg?"
Her eyes light up. "That just might satisfy my hunger for now."
I raise a brow. "I don't beg."
She doesn't move, or say anything.
We're at a draw.
Let's see if she's feeling the same urgency that I am.
"Okay, let's eat," I say, and slowly step for the stairs.
Within seconds she grabs me by the collar of my shirt and tugs me inside the spare room.
I let her.
Once inside, I kick the door closed.
Then she tugs my shirt off and pushes me against the wall.
Starving for a taste of her, I yank her sweater off and then rip her blouse open to see those tiny pink nipples, to pinch them, lathe them with my tongue. Before I can remove her bra and close my mouth around one of them though, she drops to her knees in front of me.
Holy fuck.
Without fumbling, she yanks my belt open, undoes my button, and unzips my zipper. My straining cock pushes at the front of my boxers and I'm in her fist before I even have a chance to make a sound.
Tess uses one knee to nudge my legs farther apart as she pulls my pants down to my thighs. My boxers, too. I'm mostly naked for her in half a minute.
My cock pulses against her palm as she skims her hand upward, barely brushing my head, but enough that my hips jerk forward in excitement. As soon as they do, she grips my shaft, keeping me in place.
Oh, fuck.
I flatten my palms against the wall and hold on. I have never been at a woman's mercy like this. Sure, I've been blown a million times, but never when I wasn't the one in control. And never have I wanted to be out of control as much as I do right now.
I look down at her, my gaze darkening with an unbelievable bout of lust. Her gaze drifts up, and I see in it the same.
And in that single moment that our eyes lock, she opens her mouth and let's her hot breath seep over my even hotter flesh.