inspiring than a sexy-looking man,” Dorothy told her. Then she launched into another raunchy story.
Carl waved to me from across the room. I pressed a kiss to Morticia’s neck before I left her.
“Great party,” Carl said. “Did you make any headway on Dorothy? She seems to really like you.”
“You tell Greg,” I bragged, “she’ll sign the paperwork by Christmas Eve. I have a good feeling about this. Shit, we might as well start celebrating.”
“Too bad Dana said she’d duct-tape you to a Christmas tree if you slept with the contestants,” Carl joked.
“If she doesn’t find out,” I said, tapping the side of my head, “it doesn’t count.”
“You certainly have your pick,” Carl remarked. “Any of them would bend over and let you fuck them right here. Well, not all of them,” he amended, angling his chin toward Morticia. “She looks like she’d gut you first. Not that it matters—I bet she’s sucks in bed. Too angry and man hating.”
I grabbed Carl by the collar.
“Whoa, whoa! Shit, man,” he said.
“Don’t ever talk about her like that,” I snarled at him.
“All right, all right!” he said, throwing me off. “Holy smokes.” He adjusted his clothes. “My bad, Morticia just doesn’t seem like someone you’d want in your life, especially if you’re being this possessive about her. You remember what happened last time with Sarah. Just seems like you should take a step back.”
I didn’t want to take a step back. I needed Morticia.
Unfortunately, she was too busy giving the interview that the producers were going to splice into the bake-off episode.
Jonathan: Come see me.
Jonathan: I mean, I’d come see you, but I didn’t think you’d want me to eat you out in the bedroom you share with four other people.
Now I was inviting her to my condo? I remembered Carl’s warning.
The last time I had felt this way about a girl had been right after college. Belle had just left with no warning, and my family had imploded. I had been reeling. Sarah had made me feel like I was on top of the world. She catered to me, was great in bed, and left her imprint on my space and my life.
Then one day I came home, and she had all her bags packed. She said that I wasn’t the type of person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Me! I was a billionaire, I ran a successful-ish business and hedge fund, and I was handsome and had a fantastic body that I put a lot of effort into. I did nice things for her and bought her fun little presents I had thought she would like. Then she had just thrown it all away.
I had begged her to stay, promising that I would forgive whatever had happened, that we could move past it, but she just…left. I begged her to tell me why, but she just said that she had had an epiphany and realized that she was better off without me.
Cindy Lou came over to me and rubbed her furry head against my bare ankle.
“You’re never going to leave me, are you, my precious Cindy Lou Who?” I cooed to the cat, kissing her perfect little toes.
I sighed. My house smelled like snow and Christmas. Too bad I didn’t have anyone to share it with. Or more pasta.
“I can’t believe Morticia only made three oysters,” I said to the cat, carrying her into the kitchen and staring at the empty fridge, willing food to appear in it.
I was in the middle of scrolling mindlessly through the Door Dash app, trying to decide what food would taste best after it had been driven for thirty or forty-five minutes, when the doorbell rang.
Morticia gave me a small smile when I opened the door.
I grinned. “The sex fairy is here! You know oysters are an aphrodisiac, right?”
“You only ate one.” Morticia rolled her eyes.
“Yes, because there were hardly any left. You made me starve to death, then you got me all hot and bothered with the talk about sex and paganism.”
“That sounds like a personal problem,” Morticia retorted.
I set Cindy Lou on the ground then wrapped Morticia in my arms. “You know, I was starving, but I can think of something else to sate my appetite.”
The T-shirt fabric was soft as I pushed it up, revealing the smooth, creamy skin underneath. Morticia gasped and then moaned as my hand moved up to caress her tits under the thin, lacy bralette she wore.
My hands roamed around her back, down