Troubles and Treats (Chocolate Lovers #3)(67)

Liz is still on my lap, and I tap her shoulder to get her to move because my legs are starting to fall asleep.

“Hey, Liz. Get up, I need to pee,” I tell her.

“Um, I think she’s asleep,” Carter says.

Right then, her head falls back onto my shoulder, and I can hear her lightly snoring.

“Well, I guess that’s it for us,” Jim says, scooping Liz up in his arms. “You guys coming? I’m going to go outside and call a cab.”

Carter grabs Claire’s hand and helps her up from the table and they all turn and look at me and Drew.

“Yeah, we’re right behind you,” Drew tells them as he starts to get up.

I know for a fact he doesn’t want to leave right now. We’ve never left the strip club this early. He’s only doing it for me because he assumes I’m going to want to leave and go home to bed, which I would have absolutely done a week ago. But now? He has reminded me this week about all of the reasons I fell in love with him. I don’t know how he finally figured out what I needed from him, but he did. And he doesn’t hesitate to do all of those things. There is no way I can just NOT do something for him that I know he needs.

I grab his hand and pull him back down to his seat next to me.

“That’s okay, guys. We’re going to stick around here. We’ll just call our own cab.”

Everyone leaves and Drew and I are alone at the table, our hands still clutched together, resting on top of Drew’s thigh.

“You really want to stay? Are you sure?” he asks.

I lean forward and run my tongue along his top lip, letting go of his hand and sliding my hand up his thigh until I reach the bulge in his jeans. He immediately grabs the back of my head and deepens the kiss. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I can feel him growing hard beneath my hand.

I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed wanting him like this. I’ve missed kissing him and thinking only about kissing him instead of folding clothes, orders at work, and whether or not I paid the cable bill. What the hell was I thinking when I told him I wanted normal sex? I suddenly really want to try out that thing we talked about last year with a bowl of mashed potatoes and a ride-on lawn mower.

Drew breaks off the kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes.

“I love you, baby. I know I haven’t said that in a while and I’m sorry. I’m going to do better,” he tells me.

“Oh, Drew! You don’t need to do any better. I love you too. I’ve just been so tired, and I should have said something sooner. I’m so sorry things got so crazy,” I tell him.

“No, I’m the one who is sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I should have realized sooner that you needed more help, but you know I’m an idiot when it comes to stuff like that. If you don’t write it down and staple it to my dick, I’m going to be clueless,” he explains.

“I would never staple anything to your dick. I love it too much!” I tell him with a smile.

“Speaking of my dick-”

“Yes! We are totally having lots of sex tonight,” I interrupt him excitedly.

“No, that’s not what I was getting at, but it’s good to know,” he says with a smile. “What I mean is, if you just want vanilla sex, then vanilla sex is what I will give you. I don’t care if we never use those bungee cords or the box of saltine crackers again. I don’t care if we never see Officer O’Connor again because he won’t be knocking on our door to tell us there’s been a noise complaint. I don’t even care if the diamond studded dog collar and French maid outfit that fits me like a glove has to go back to the store. I don’t care about anything but being with you, whatever way I can, anyway that you’ll have me.”

With the biggest smile I’ve had in a long time, I stand up and pull Drew with me.

“Let’s go home. I have a surprise for you.”





Chapter 28 – Peeping Ghost


I mean every word I say when I tell my girl I will have plain old vanilla sex for the rest of my life as long as I can do it with her. After the last few months, I realize I don’t care about anything but being with her. She is my best friend and my life, and I will do whatever she wants me to do as long as she’s happy. I had been stupid when I got mad about never having crazy, dirty sex ever again. While it’s true that wild and sometimes bordering on illegal sex is what brought us together, it’s not what has kept us together.

The taxi just drops us off from the strip club and Jenny is leading me by the hand into the house and up the stairs. She had mentioned a surprise at the club and I’ve been hard ever since, knowing that the surprise will more than likely include her getting naked. And if we’re just going to get on the bed and have missionary sex with the lights off, I’m okay with that.

She leads me into our bedroom and stops in front of the bed, turning around to face me.

“Okay, I lied. I actually have two surprises for you,” she tells me with a smile. “Close your eyes.”

I do as she asks and feel her place one of my hands on top of her belly, sliding it down into the waistband of her pants. In just a few seconds, my fingers slide over perfectly smooth, hairless skin. My eyes fly open and I stare down into her face that has a huge smile on it while she holds my hand in place.

“Did you get waxed?” I ask her in awe.