“What shouldn’t we do? Kiss?” He swiped his tongue up her throat and nipped her chin.

Drunk, heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at him. “This.” Her finger motioned between them. “We can’t have sex in the middle of your parent’s bathroom. It’s not kosher.”

An unexpected laugh ripped out of him. “Kosher? Honey, I don’t think the word ‘kosher’ can be applied to a bathroom situation.”

She rolled her beautiful blue eyes. “You know what I mean. It’s not right.” Palms flat against his chest, she pushed against him while wiggling closer to the edge of the counter.

“Where do you think you’re running off to, sweetness?” Jon remained firmly in place, affording her no room to get down from the counter. He had her right where he wanted her and he wasn’t about to let her get away…not before he had his fill of her delectable body.

“Jon, seriously, we need to head back. I was supposed to be coming up here to freshen up, not screw the son of the people I just met and am trying to make a good impression on.”

“Believe me,” Jon assured her, his hands wandering under her top to release the button on her shorts. “They seeing how happy you have made me this past week is all the ‘impression’ they need.”

Patricia fought him—albeit it was the weakest attempt he’d ever witnessed—to keep her clothes in place, but he managed to wiggle her shorts down past her hips, and from there they just fell right off.

“See,” he said, grabbing her backside and tugging her to the edge of the counter. “Isn’t that better?” His mouth grazed hers, teasing soft, breathy moans from her. Releasing one round, firm globe, Jon popped the button on his own shorts and pulled down the zipper. They dropped to his ankles, and because he didn’t believe in wearing boxers on the weekends, his cock sprung to attention like a caged animal being set free.

Patricia clung to him, her fingernails digging into the backs of his arms, her legs winding themselves around his thighs and drawing him closer.

“We shouldn’t…” Her hoarse words died on her lips when she glanced between them and saw how hard he was for her.

“We should,” Jon whispered, fingering the edge of her panties and pulling them to the side. Using the arm that still maintained a good hold on her, he tugged her the rest of the way, while hanging her butt off the edge of the counter, and brought his slick, swollen head to her glistening entrance. “And look, you don’t even have to get naked.”

He rammed home, pulling a gasp out of her that he muffled by sealing his mouth over hers. He pumped into her, swallowing the constant stream of sexy pants and groans that spilled out of her.

It was going to be a short ride, but it couldn’t be helped. He needed Patricia like he needed his next breath. There was nothing he enjoyed more than being inside of her. He was addicted to her. And they needed to get back downstairs before someone came searching for them.

“Fuck, Patricia, baby, I’m not going to last.” Resting his forehead against hers, they turned their eyes to where they were joined, and together they watched as he entered her. It was a breathtaking sight. Coated in her milky cream, his shaft penetrated her with brutal force. Her soft, swollen folds parted to receive him, welcoming him into their hot embrace. Before he knew it, he felt himself begin to swell. As his orgasm took him, Patricia wove her fingers in his hair, holding him to her breast as he emptied himself into her.

He rocked into her slowly, riding out the last of the aftershocks. His body shuddered once, twice, and then he slipped from the shelter of her body.

Raising his head, they looked into each other’s eyes, a languid smile playing on both of their flushed faces. “I love being inside of you,” he said, kissing her hard on the mouth. “If I could, I’d move in.”

Patricia chuckled. “I don’t know. The rent is pretty steep.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s worth the price.”

She smiled serenely. “We should head back.”

“You didn’t come yet,” Jon said, staying her with his body.

She pursed her lips. “Jon, I don’t need to come every time. It can wait until later.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know about the men you dated before me, but I never leave a woman unsatisfied.”

“Jon,” Patricia said, grasping his shoulders as he dropped to his knees before her. “Really, I’m very satisfied, so this isn’t necessary.”

“It really is,” he insisted, hooking his fingers in her panties and holding them out of the way. His eyes locked on her rosy, swollen clit and his mouth watered. “You see,” he told her, stroking one finger through her cleft and plunging it deep into her opening. He scented his own fluid mixed with hers and felt his cock twitch between his thighs. “Something this pretty deserves to be licked.” He dragged his tongue over her tight little nub and circled it once. “It deserves to be pleasured.” He repeated the action, and then ventured further out, running his tongue over her lush, swollen folds. “It deserves to be worshiped.”

Pure male pride suffused him as Patricia tipped her head back, moaning long and low. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as her hips bucked subtly.

Pinching her clit between his lips, Jon sucked, flicked and licked her until he felt the strength of her orgasm clutching the fingers he held deep inside of her. Her entire body trembled with the force of it. Sliding her panties back into place, Jon scooped up her discarded shorts, lifted one foot off the floor, and helped her step into them.

He smiled devilishly as he rose to his feet and drew his hand down his mouth to wipe the evidence of her release from his lips. “Now we can head back.”

Patricia placed her hand in his and let him lead her out. “Are you hungry?” he asked as they descended the stairs together. “I’m thinking I could go for a sandwich and maybe one of those brownies.”

Patricia laughed under her breath. “After the meal you just had, I would have thought you’d be full.”

Jon whirled around and pinned her to the wall, framing her with his arms. He lowered his face to within an inch of hers and dropped his voice so his words wouldn’t carry. “Make no mistake, Patricia, with you I’ll always be a starving man.”

Her eyes darted back and forth between both of his, measuring the weight of truth in his statement. When he was certain she’d found what she was looking for, he tugged her the rest of the way through the house and back outside, no longer hungry for food, but something infinitely sweeter.

“Should I tell your mother to start knitting booties?” Walter asked as Jon stepped back into the garage.

“What?” Jon shot his father a dubious look as he bent to pick up a small wooden table.

“I cut my finger on a staple earlier and came inside to get a Band-Aid, but it seemed the bathroom was occupied.” One bushy eyebrow arched up. “You know they make beds for that kind of thing, right? More to the point, they make beds that you can put in your bedroom, in your home. Get my drift?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jon waved him off, burying the twinge of embarrassment at having been caught in the act by his good old dad. It wouldn’t be the first time, but the cool thing about his dad was that he’d always been very relaxed about things. Even sex. “But if you had a girl like her on your arm, you’d understand why it couldn’t wait.”

“I do have a girl like that,” his father said, turning his head to look out across the front lawn. “See that woman over there with the killer legs and smile? That’s all mine, and once we’re done here and I can get you out of my house, I won’t be able to wait either.”

“Gross, Dad. Just gross.” Jon’s face pinched in disgust. The last thing any kid wanted to hear was that their parents had sex more than the one time it took to conceive them. Even then, Immaculate Conception would have been preferable.