The Gold Digger's Ledger novel · Chapter 8 of 24

Chapter 8: Thursday

In the morning, Tristan burned the eggs again, and I took the pan out of his hand.

"You're hopeless."

"I told you I was bad at it."

"You said badly. You didn't say catastrophically."

There was a smear of blue ink on his cuff.

I looked at it and said nothing about the stairs.

Before coming down, I had written a single word in the book, on a page by itself.

Minus.

He took the pan back, put it in the sink, and lifted me onto the counter by the waist.

"We have a rule," I said. "Terms."

"You said so last night. You can say so again."

I looked at his mouth.

"I say so."

He kissed me slowly, with both hands on my thighs.

I hooked my ankles behind his back and pulled him closer.

I got his zipper down and my hand around his hard cock.

He leaned his forehead on mine and breathed my name.

He pushed my skirt up and my underwear aside, brushing his thumb across my clit.

He pushed his cock into my wet pussy in one long thrust, with my back against the cabinet.

The dishes rang in the rack.

"Quiet," I whispered, laughing. "Your grandfather."

"My grandfather is deaf in one ear."

"Which ear?"

"I have no idea."

He fucked me hard against the cabinets, and I stopped laughing.

I held on to his shoulders and watched the pulse in his throat.

I came fast around his cock, with my teeth in his collar.

He followed with a groan I felt in my chest, his cum hot inside me.

We stayed there a minute, breathing.

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