Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Book One: Darren
- first date
- coffee date
- the cleanup
- nature retreat
- boundaries
- square one
- the olive branch
- Book Two: Nadia
- curious
- testing the waters
- first kiss
- routines
- hooky
- first time
- flirting
- movie night
- connecting
- Book Three: Jourdan
- appointment
- errands
- normal shit
- on my knees (emotionally) (and sexually)
- favor
- making a date
- the right look
- nerves
- careful
- massage
- all together now
- midnight
- epilogue
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I hear her conversation, but I don’t focus on her words because it’s none of my business. Her pussy is.
And Nadia, ever the professional, carries on as if she’s not squirming against my chin and spreading her thighs as wide as they’ll go for me. Knowing Nadia, she has her thumb poised over the mute button while biting her lips to keep the whimpering moan from her voice.
The nice thing for me to do would be to take it easy on her, to give her breaks, teasing puffs of breath against her mound to give her just enough to keep her hot but leave her room to speak. But I don’t want to be nice. Nadia wasn’t nice to me this morning when she’d sighed and moaned while Jourdan was teasing me in broad daylight. Hell, it was Nadia who sent me to meet Jourdan alone, even though we were supposed to be in this together.
So fuck being nice.
I push two fingers into her clenching hole, and she grunts out loud, using it to cut the other person off before launching into a counteroffer.
I spear my fingers into her in hard strokes. I don’t give her time to stretch and let me in because I enjoy her squirming around the invasion of two and then three digits while I lap at her clit. I smile against her pussy as her back arches, and she cries out, “Oh, fuck.”
I look up her body, still eating her as she scrambles to double-check that her phone was, in fact, muted before unmuting and putting the call on speakerphone.
Risky.
“Okay, Nadia, what’s the unit price?” the person on the other end of the line asks.
She shudders when I suck her clit into my mouth. It takes her a few seconds to get herself together.
“Nadia?”
“I’m here,” she says. Her voice sounds breathy to me, weak, shuddering, so close to coming apart on my mouth that she can barely speak. But no one knows her like me, so he probably can’t hear it.
Would Jourdan?
“Fifty dollars per unit. We won’t go lower.” She presses the mute button again with one hand, and her other cradles the back of my head, pulling me in closer. “Right there,” she moans.
I unzip my pants to pull my dick free.