Chapter 54

Forcing his hand between us, Tim tucks me back inside my briefs and fixes my pants. “I think you need to take me home so I can have my wicked way with you.”

Laughing a little, I push away from the wall. I run my hands down his chest and caress his hardness, a thick rod that fills me with the promise of a right proper pounding as soon as I can grab us a cab home.

“It’s a deal. Let’s go.”

* * * *

I unlock the door to my loft, and Tim follows me inside.

“Wow,” he says after I turn on the lamp next to the door. “This place is awesome! So much space! I love what you’ve done with it.”

“Thank you,” I respond, blushing a little. I don’t have many guests. Okay, I never have guests, so I take my space for granted.

“I liked it from the moment I saw it. I thought it had great potential.”

Leading the way to the kitchen, I place my wallet and keys on the table, and my cell phone on the kitchen counter.

I open the fridge and turn to him. “Water? Wine? Iced tea?”