“Myla!” he shouts as he chases after me.

What a sight I’m sure we are. Me topless, sprinting for the shelter of my room, his apron flapping in the breeze as his ass hangs out the back, chasing after me, his powerful thighs closing the space between us.

“Ahhhhh,” I scream as I’m feet away from my room, so close, yet I’m snagged around the waist by one powerful arm and pulled back into a strong, apron-covered chest.

“Drop the éclair.”

“Never,” I proclaim before I attempt to stuff it in my mouth. A large palm covers my face before I have a chance, and instead, I shove the éclair right into the back of his hand.

“Damn you,” I mutter against his palm.

I drop the rest of the éclair to the floor and attempt to twist out of his grip as his arm skims the underside of my breasts.

“Let go of me, you buffoon.”

“How the hell am I a buffoon?” he asks as he moves me up against the wall so my chest is pressing against the cold surface. “You’re the one trying to steal pastries.”

“Because you made them on purpose just to be spiteful.”

He presses his large body against mine and leans his head forward as he speaks directly into my ear. “And what you did yesterday wasn’t spiteful?”

“That was setting ground rules. A common occurrence when having to share a dwelling with another human being.”

“What about removing your top? That’s not evening the playing field because I wasn’t wearing pants.”

“Who bakes with their ass out? That’s just unhygienic.”

“Why don’t you let me worry about me, and you worry about . . . you,” he says as his thumb grazes the side of my breast.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I say.

“Don’t what?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“You realize how dysfunctional this is, right? You constantly attempting to turn me on?”

“Please, babe, I know you’re turned on. You were turned on the moment you saw my ass.”

Facts.

“Tell me, did it remind you of the time you had me on all fours on the couch, and you fucked me with a vibrator while sucking my cock?”

No, but it does now.

“Or the time you licked my taint for the first time?”

A spike of heat shoots up my spine.

“Or when you were in the pool that one time, and I was getting out, only for you to stop me so you could suck me off from behind?”

Yeah, that’s a core memory as well.

Clearing my throat, I answer, “Not quite. It reminds me of the time you were drunk in our backyard, tripped over a lounge chair, and face-planted in the grass, looking like a damn ostrich with his ass out.” Between you and me, it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Those meat cakes up in the air, his balls hanging out for me to see. The vibrator-sucking-his-cock night was fantasized by that moment.