Erased by Elle Christensen & K Webster

Author:Elle Christensen & K Webster [Christensen, Elle & Webster, K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-26T00:00:00+00:00

“Mmmmm.”

I shift in my seat, my pants getting tighter with every little moan coming from her luscious mouth. “Cupcake.”

“Derek, you have to try these pancakes.” She eats another bite and breathes out added moan.

“J!” I’m a little sterner this time, she raises a brow in question. “If you don’t stop making those little noises, I’m going to drag your sweet ass to the nearest dark corner and fuck you until you’re screaming instead.”

That statement does not help the swelling in my cock.

Damn.

I shift again.

She innocently bats her eyelashes at me before taking another bite of her breakfast and sighing in ecstasy. Poor choice of words, idiot.

“J,” I growl in warning.

She bursts out laughing, and I can’t help myself from chuckling along with her, shaking my head ruefully. After finishing up the last few bites, she stares out the window of the small restaurant. Our booth is up against the glass and her eyes have been practically glued to it throughout the meal, watching the activities beyond it. Guilt starts to seep in at the way I’ve kept her locked up tight at the bar. I’m determined to make up for it though. I have something special in mind. So I push away those thoughts and stand up. Then I hold my hand out to her.

“Are you ready?”

Nodding eagerly, she smiles and grabs my hand, allowing me to help her up from her side of the booth. Instead of letting go, I surprise myself by lacing my fingers through hers. She glances down at our entwined hands. Then, when she returns her gaze to mine, her eyes are sweet and happy. The sadness is fading and I feel a little more relief with every bit that disappears.

After stopping at the register to pay, I lead her outside to the sunny street. The fall air is crisp and a little on the chilly side.

“Well, shopping or movie—or both?” I ask.

“Um . . .” She considers her surrounding and deliberates. “Let’s start with shopping and maybe go see a movie later.” She eyes me skeptically. “You really don’t mind taking me shopping?”

I just shrug. Do I want to shop? No. Do I want to shop with her? I’ll do whatever she wants to do if it makes her smile at me.

After a moment, she heads for the store nearest us—a little antique shop. While she’s investigating all of the, in her words, “treasures,” I watch the way her face lights up at something beautiful, the way her nose scrunches up at some ugly trinket, and the way she throws me a smile here and there. I eat it up like a man starved and she’s my . . . cupcake.

After a few minutes, she has explored every inch of the store and picked out a small, porcelain piano to display in her room. As she heads to the front, I snatch it from her hand.

“Derek, what are you—”

I turn and look sternly at her. “Today is my treat, baby.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but I cut her off.

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