Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(46)

“Yeah.” Mila nodded. “The lobster is amazing.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I said, interrupting their conversation but talking only to Mila.

“Why not?” Mila said pursing her lips.

“Because I had plans for us for tonight,” I said and waved my fingers at her. I watched as she blushed and glared at me. “I thought we could do something.” I licked my lips slowly and then stepped back. “I wouldn’t mind trying some of that dessert you gave me last night.”

“What dessert?” Troy asked. “I’d like some too.”

“She only made enough for me.” I gave him a death stare. “There’s only enough for me to eat.”

“We can always share,” Troy said with a smile, and I froze as I heard Mila giggling.

“Yeah, what do you think of that, TJ?” Mila gave me a petulant look.

“I don’t share my dessert.” I stared into Mila’s eyes. “Ever.”

“I see,” Mila said and I watched as she licked her lips nervously.

“Good,” I said and tapped my fingers against the wall. “In fact, I’m feeling pretty hungry right now.” I stretched and looked at her. “There’s a growling in my stomach,” I said softly. “A yearning in my belly. For seconds.”

“That must have been some dessert,” Troy said, looking like he was starting to feel hungry himself. I was going to have to take care of the Troy situation myself if Mila continued to go along with this farce. Troy was starting to get a bit too into the role and he was starting to act as if he really had a shot at dating Mila. I’d hit him so hard if he even thought about getting any of Mila’s cookies.

“It was,” I said. “Though I think Mila enjoyed my eating her dessert as much as I enjoyed eating it.” I grinned as I stared into his eyes. “There’s something so enjoyable about giving and receiving pleasure, don’t you think?”

“I guess.” Troy looked at me in confusion and back at Mila. “What did you make, brownies?”

“No,” Mila squeaked out.

“Yeah, tell your boyfriend, Troy, what it was you served me last night, Mila,” I said and let my hand fall right down the back of her butt softly. She jumped slightly at my touch and I tried to hold back a grin as I felt her trembling slightly.

“Something I’ll never be serving you again,” she said tightly, her face furious as she glared at me. “What time shall we go to dinner, Troy?” She turned to him and it was my turn to become furious. Mila was not acting in the way I had thought she would. All of her words and actions were out-of-line and not what I’d been expecting. It annoyed me that she wasn’t playing along. She was supposed to be like putty in my hands. She had been like putty in my hands the night before. Shit, she’d been like putty to my tongue as well. I grinned as I remembered the taste of her and how she’d moaned and cried out when I’d made her come. When I f*cked her, I planned on going slow. I was going to make her beg for it, and when she asked why, I was going to remind her of this moment and her dismissive tone towards me. That would show her that I meant business. I could feel myself growing hard just thinking about it… Her legs flipped in the air, her ass off of the mattress, her eyes rolling in her head in ecstasy and anticipation as she waited for her release.

“TJ.” Mila’s voice was soft as she spoke and I blinked down at her.

“Yes?” I said and then frowned. Troy was gone. “Where’s Troy?” I looked around.

“He just said bye.” She blinked at me. “He needed to go to the restroom.”

“I see.”

“What do you think you’re playing at?” She hissed lightly as her voice lowered. “How dare you mention to my boyfriend that I gave you dessert last night?”


“Would you rather I have showed him the dessert you gave me?” I said, flicking my tongue against my lips, and she gasped.

“You really are a pig.”

“You really have no sense of humor,” I responded and grabbed her hands and pulled her towards me. “You’re not really going to dinner with Troy tonight, are you?”

“Yes! Why shouldn’t I?” She tried to extricate herself from my embrace, so I turned and pushed her back against the wall.

“Why shouldn’t you?” I asked, my voice low as I pushed my hardness into her stomach.

“TJ.” She moaned, her lips slightly parted. “I’m sorry about Barbie, but you can’t use me to try and make her jealous.”

“Barbie?” I laughed. “The girl who just slept with your brother? Do you really think we have anything going on?”

“You’re the one who brought her here and insinuated that…” Her voice trailed off. “Well, you know.”

“I’m single, Mila.” My lips brushed her cheek and moved closer to her mouth. “Very single.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked, her light brown eyes looking more confused than I’d ever seen them before.

“It’s funny that you should ask that,” I said, pretending to be nonchalant. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all weekend.

“Oh?” she said, eyes growing even wider.