No Holds Barred by Paris Brandon

Author:Paris Brandon [Brandon, Paris]
Format: epub
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2010-03-09T06:18:34+00:00

“Why didn’t we ever have phone sex?”

Jake almost dropped the skillet full of scrambled eggs. He turned around and found Ella, her face flushed, brow furrowed as if she’d just asked him the most important question of her life.

“I wanted to be looking into your eyes the next time we had sex.” Oh crap, he almost sounded girly but he didn’t want to come out and admit he was afraid she’d run again once they’d had some form of sex. There was a point at which women became irritated with sensitive men and he was afraid Ella was going to reach it sooner rather than later. What would a Viking marauder do—with his hands encased in oven mitts?

She frowned, shaking her head. “You’re just not going to be shallow are you?”

He breathed easier. “Stop looking for reasons to find something wrong with me. They’ll show up as soon as you’re tired of having sex every three or four hours. And all it will mean is that we need to take a break.”

Her brow was still furrowed. “You could be making big bucks. Women would line up to tell you their problems.”

He set the skillet back on the stove with a little more force than he intended and she jumped. “Both my parents are shrinks. Relationships were normal dinnertime conversations. I figured out early that most women bored me because I knew what was going to come out of their mouths before they said it, knew what they were going to do before they did it. I made a game of it just to make it interesting then figured out I was being a mean bastard and stopped it.” He stripped off the oven mitts and dropped them on the table.

“I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth, Ella. I can’t pinpoint what you’re thinking and you fascinate the hell out of me. You have since that first night. And if you want to have phone sex could we please eat first because I’m pretty sure I’m going to want to fuck you until you scream after we get off the phone.”

She pulled out her chair, still staring at him after his rant. “You do realize that you can make egg salad out of cold scrambled eggs. Don’t you?” Then she sat down and smiled up at him. “Just trying to live up to my reputation,” she said, spearing a forkful of eggs and putting them in her mouth but her fork was shaking and she didn’t look as sure of herself as she sounded.

He ate faster than she did, threw both of their plates into the sink and shook when he told her to find her phone.

His battery had died so they decided to use the intercom system between his studio and the house. He stretched out on the towel-covered chaise in front of his easel and unzipped his pants, sliding them off his hips while he listened to her settle into the bed.

“Why didn’t you ever suggest this before?” he asked, because he’d already told her why he hadn’t initiated it.

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