Brooke.
With a quiet laugh, she pulls away and opens her cutlery. She lifts a brow when our eyes lock. “You are crazy. Did you promise to rock Rosie’s world? Is that why she made this for you?”
It takes me a minute to process her question. I’m still reeling from the ghost of a kiss that just knocked me on my arse.
I run a quick hand through my hair, gathering my wits about me. “No. I never saw Rosie, although I’m sure she’s lovely and a minx in the sack.”
Brooke laughs, reaching up and tucking some hair behind her ear.
“I asked a waitress if they could make an exception and help a poor bloke out. There was some gentle begging. I may have mentioned how badly I fucked up this morning and that I was declaring my adoration for this one particular woman through the weekly meals she’s giving me, which I’m hoping will soon convert to days.” I take a bite of my sandwich, shrugging when she turns her head. “If you think about it, I’m already creeping in on lunches. Next it will be routine dinners. Minutes in between. I’ll claim a day from you soon enough.”
“Are you talking about once a week? Like every Tuesday is Brooke and Mason day?”
I smile. “Yeah.”
“Oh, okay. In this fantasy world, do either one of us have jobs? Because I need to work.” She licks some powdered sugar off her lip. “How am I supposed to give you a day if I’m working?”
“Weekends, obviously. Or I’ll forgo your time in between meals and have you after work.” I lower my voice, leaning closer as I set my sandwich on the paper wrapping. “Although, fair warning. I might not be so willing to give you up after the sun goes down. I’ve imagined how perfect you are waking up to and if I have a chance to entertain that idea, I’m taking it.”
She stares at me for a moment, her mouth slowly lifting into a mischievous grin. “And what exactly have you imagined? Anything particularly tight and wet?”
My cock stirs beneath my shorts.
I lower my eyes to the white lace peeking out of her blouse. “Mm. And soft. I wake up with my face buried between your spectacular tits and we go from there.”
She lowers the box to her lap and shifts closer, her chest pressing against my side. “Tell me,” she murmurs.
I lift my gaze to hers.
She wants me to go into detail about what I’ve imagined more times than I can count? Now? Here?
With heavy eyes, she slowly nods as if she’s heard my internal thoughts. Her hand moves back to my thigh.
I swallow, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock quickly lengthening as pornographic thoughts run rampant in my mind. I turn my body more and hold the sandwich bag strategically in my lap, concealing my unwelcome erection.
This is a crowded park. There’s bloody kids running around. I can’t will my prick not to react to this woman, but I can at least keep it hidden.
“Dirty girl,” I whisper against her ear. “You want to know what I think about?”
“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. Her hand squeezes my leg.
“I lick and suck your tits until they’re wet enough for me to slide between. Will you let me fuck them, Brooke? I want to. God, I’ve thought about it. Your hot little mouth opening for me, lapping at my head. Your gorgeous eyes going round while I milk my cum onto your nipples.”
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
“I dream about your tits, Brooke. And your arse.”
She blinks rapidly. “My ass?”
“Fuck yeah, your arse. Are you kidding? I want to come on that too.”
Her hand moves closer to my cock. “What else? Just . . . keep going. I won’t touch you. I just want to drive you a little crazy.”
I groan when her fingers brush against my length. “Brooke . . .”
“Oops. Sorry,” she says through a giggle, jerking her hand back. “I forgot how much room you take up down there. That was an accident.” Her hand tightens on my leg. “Go on. What happens before you come on my ass?”
I bend to kiss her mouth. I can’t fucking help it. Sugar coats my tongue, and again, I’m reminded of the way her skin tasted the other night.
My hand forms to her neck and she tilts her head. “I get you face-down on my bed. You ask me to spank you, and I make you beg for it. I bite and lick your skin. I straddle your legs and hold your ass so I can slide my cock between your cheeks. And then,” I pause, kissing along her jaw, smiling against her cheek when she lets out a shuddering breath.
“And then?” she asks.
“I found a quarter!” a tiny voice yells, way too fucking close to whatever the hell is happening on this bench.
With a muffled curse, I frantically move the sandwich bag further up my lap.
Brooke yanks her hand away and falls against my side, laughing unashamedly with a hand to her chest.
“Having a good time?” I ask her before addressing this little mood killer.