Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
ELLE
Patrick kept us in his bed for a few hours before declaring we needed to eat.
“Need to keep our bodies fueled up.” He tells me with his lips pressed against mine.
He hasn’t stopped touching me in some way since I found him in our office earlier today.
While I had always thought I didn’t like physical affection, I had no complaints when Patrick’s hands were on my body.
We laid naked in his bed while he ordered food for us and we didn’t move until there was a knock on his front door signaling the food had arrived.
“Shoot.” Patrick jumped up, giving me the perfect view of his bubble butt before he pulled on some sweatpants, making his way to the door.
There was a slight bounce in his step and I couldn’t keep the small smile that pulls at my lips.
He’s so fucking cute.
I could hear his voice as he thanked the delivery person.
I close my eyes and try to keep this calm that had settled in my veins since I talked to my mother.
I knew soon we would need to return to reality—I was going to have so much fucking work to catch up on—but for tonight, I was excited to spend this time with my boyfriend.
I was feeling so magnanimous from all the orgasms he gave me, I was even considering letting him pick what we watched tonight.
When I finally pull myself out of bed, I look at the mess that is our clothes.
I needed to be comfortable for the night and that meant no bra and I think, no skirt.
I always wore bike shorts under my skirts to save myself from chub rub, so, I would make due with my shorts and t-shirt.
Just like I had during our night in the office.
All articles of clothing on, I did the quick boob tuck with my shirt so my boob skin wasn’t rubbing against the skin of the rest of my body.
The door clicks shut and I know it’s safe to come out. I don’t mind Patrick seeing me so dressed down—he had spent literal hours worshipping my body—but I didn’t want to scare the poor delivery driver.
“Smells good.” Following my nose, I find Patrick unloading the bag of food that would feed us and 5 more people. “Did you order the whole restaurant?” A giggle escaped me when Patrick looked at me, his ears turning the cutest shade of pink and his mouth forming an almost perfect ‘o’.
“Do that again.” Patrick’s long legs eat up the distance between us. I’m in his arms before his words register. Fuck, he smelled so good and he was so hot. Figuratively and literally. “Do what?” I mumble against his chest.
He kisses my temple, rubbing his cheek against the side of my face. It was like he was trying to burrow into my skin.
“Laugh. I need to hear that again to prove I didn’t have a small stroke.”
“You’re so fucking weird.”
I couldn’t help teasing him. I’m completely aware that I didn’t laugh much but he was acting like my laugh was a sip of water and he had been stranded in the desert.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not, sweetheart.” One hand palms my ass before turning me so his front is pressed against my back and I could feel him getting hard, his erection poking me in between my cheeks.
“I need to get my energy back so I can show you how weird I can really be.” His voice was deep and full of promises causing a shudder to roll through my body.
“I need you to go and pick something to watch before I take a bite out of this sweet ass.” I didn’t hate that idea.
A swift smack to my bottom makes me jump and release a shocked giggle as I shuffle to the front room.
As much as my curiosity was piqued by the promise to find out how weird he could be, I had burned a lot of calories and could admit I was hungry.