So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(189)

“It’s starting to look like a desk at least.” I slide my hand along the smooth surface.

Ronnie’s beautiful lips curl up in a gorgeous smile. She nods. She’s barely said two words since I started. The few women I know would probably prattle on and on and on. Not Ronnie. She’s content to just sit and be. It’s as if she’s happy just to watch me work.

Weird that an audience of one should give me this kind of thrill, but she’s watching me as though it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen.

I continue working, and she sits on her hands and smiles.

Finally, it’s finished. I flip it over so it’s upright.

Ronnie stands next to me as we both admire the work of art. Because it is art. Abstract fucking art.

I turn to her. “Why are you still smiling?”

She slips her arms around my waist, pushes up on her tip-toes, and kisses my cheek. There’s a little tingle where her lips press against me.

“Thank you for taking the time to do this for me.”

I smooth my hands down her arms and set her away from me. “Did you look at it?”

She nods, her smile still wide.

“Can you not see what I see?”

She lifts one eyebrow. “What? All I see is that the desk that I was going to have to struggle to put together is finished for me and I didn’t have to do a thing.”

I turn her to face the furniture, holding her gently by the shoulders. “It’s lopsided. Can’t you see that? I fucked it up.”

“It’s fine. It’ll work great.”

What the fuck? Is she blind?

Several unused pieces litter her carpet, along with a handful of nuts and bolts. “I should’ve read the instructions.”

She picks up the extra items, stuffing them back into the box. “It’s great. Really. I appreciate that you spent your time to do it for me. What counts is that you cared enough to help me. So it’s not perfect. Big deal.”

Aw hell. Why is she being so nice? Shouldn’t she yell at me? At least be upset that I didn’t do it right?

I take the box from her. “No. I’ll fix it. Let me look at the instructions. It’s probably just one board out of place.”

Two hours later, the desk has been taken apart and put back together. Twice.

This time, it’s right. Ronnie’s smile hasn’t faltered. Who is this woman? Why hasn’t she come into my world sooner?

“Okay. What else can I put together for you?” I grin.

She takes my hand and drags me to the kitchen. “You deserve a break. Why don’t I cut you some cake and you can relax?”

I sit at the table. She brings a big slab of chocolate cake to me with a glass of cold milk, a bottle of vodka, and some Kahlua tucked under her arm.

Nice.

Then she sits across from me and makes us both White Russians.

“You aren’t having cake?”

“Nope.” She’s still got that grin.

I cut into the cake and take a bite. It’s superbly delicious. When I take my second bite, Ronnie scoots off her chair and drops to her knees.

“What are you doing, Peaches?”

She knee-walks to me and reaches for my belt. “I’m going to have my snack.”

Insta-erection.

She unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips me. Then her warm fingers wrap my hard-on. Hmm.

Ronnie leans close. “Let’s see if you can finish your cake while I do this.”

Holy shit. “You want me to eat while you suck my cock?”

She smiles. “Have you ever had cake while someone did this for you?”

I lick my lips. “Never.”

“Good. Every time you eat cake from here forward, you’ll get a woody and think of me.”

Dipping the tip of her finger into her glass, she slides the coolness along my shaft. Then she wets her finger again and swathes it over the head.

Fuck. Me. That’s hot.

She licks my erection with the flat of her tongue, swirling it around the head. Then she takes me into her mouth and sucks. The heat that gathers in my dick spreads to my balls. Her hand slips in next to her lips and she glides up and down, filling me to the brim with all the blood that should be pumping to the rest of me.

My breaths get shallow.

She stops. “Cake.”

I pick up my fork and take a bite, trying to chew as she slips my dick between those voluptuous lips.

Three more bites are all I take before my hard-on tightens and I grunt. She’s got her hand moving, her head bobbing. My balls draw up.

Holy fuck.

Then my cock explodes with sensation. She swallows my cum as I spurt over and over onto her tongue and down her throat. Her lips stay tight until she milks every last drop from me.

She pops her mouth off the end of my still-hard cock. “Was the cake good?”