Every Part of You Taunts Me by Megan Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

You know you have like, nothing in your fridge, right?” She gestured at the pan. “I mean, look, honey, if you’re gonna fuck a Jewish girl, the least you can do is buy turkey bacon.”
    “I didn’t know it mattered,” Elliott said slowly.
    Simone gave him a small grin. “It’s fine. Coffee’s really all I need in the morning, anyway. I hardly eat breakfast. But you, come sit down here. You haven’t showered yet?”
    “Uh … no.” Bemused and a little overwhelmed, Elliott let her push him into a chair.
    “You’ll be late,” she whispered into his ear, then straddled him. “Especially if I make you fuck me before you leave for work.”
    “We don’t have time.”
    She rocked a little on his cock, which didn’t give a good goddamn about the time. She kissed him slowly until Elliott kissed her back, and his hands found the indent of her waist just above her hips where they fit just right, and he pressed her down on his growing erection.
    “No time,” Simone said and got off his lap. “Seriously, I have to get going. I called a cab; it will be here any minute.”
    “But you … I could drive you.”
    She shook her head. “I have to go home first. I can’t go to work dressed like this. And besides, it’s not like we could show up together. Right? Someone might see us together.”
    “We don’t work for the same company, Simone. It wouldn’t matter.” Hearing her say it that way somehow annoyed him, even though it was what he’d been thinking before she said it.
    She dug in his fridge and pulled out a bag of grapes. Popping one in her mouth, she chewed, swallowed, shrugged. “I still need to go home, honey.”
    “I don’t like–,” Elliott said, and stopped himself from rejecting her term of affection. She’d made him breakfast. She’d offered him sex when after the night before he wasn’t sure how either of them could stand. And all that on what, two hours’ sleep?
    “What?” Simone said carefully, slowly, without turning around. The line of tension in her shoulders and the way she didn’t look at him told him everything he needed to know. “You don’t like what?”
    “Bacon.” He’d bought the package on a whim a week ago when it had been on sale, feeling nostalgic for Molly’s BLTs, but then he’d never gotten around to making one. Without the tomatoes she’d grown herself, it wouldn’t have been the same.
    “Oh.”
    She put the pan in the sink and turned to lean against the counter. They stared at each other. In the daylight, without the protection of her makeup, she looked younger and softer, but no less lovely.
    When had she started becoming so lovely to him?
    “How do you feel?” He asked her, getting up to pour himself a mug of coffee. This close, he could smell her. His soap, but her scent.
    “Great.” She stretched, grinning, and pushed on her toes to offer him her mouth. “You?”
    “Domestic,” Elliott said without a smile.
    Simone’s smile faltered. Then her eyes narrowed. “I’ll just get out of your hair, then. Okay? Sorry I fucked up your breakfast.”
    “No. Simone, no. Wait.” He pulled her back for a kiss and a hug he was careful not to make too hard. “Your back?”
    “It’s fine.” She nuzzled against him for a moment. “I’m sore, but it’s really fine, Elliott. I can take a lot. I mean … you can give a lot, honey. But it wasn’t too much. It was amazing. Last night. I don’t usually like all of that stuff, I mean, the toys or props or whatever, but last night I really just wanted it. Needed it. And you gave it to me.”
    “I was surprised, too.” He wanted to tell her, then. Everything. All of his secrets, all the stupid things he’d done and had never told anyone, that nobody but Molly had ever known. Elliott held her close, breathing her in. Trying to find a way to be honest with her.
    She laughed, tipping her face to look at him. “What can I say? Sometimes a girl just gets set off. Believe me, if I’d known that’s what