Page 34 of Yours, Unexpectedly

“I’m fresh out of that, I’m afraid. Please, Anders.”

He chuckles. “Needy, needy,” he scolds as he kisses up my right thigh until he gets to my hip. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“God, yes. Damn, just—” I’m cut off as he licks a straight path directly through my center, landing on my clit. The scratch of his beard against my thigh makes my toes curl and my hips buck. “Shit. Yes, that.”

I’m so keyed up that all it takes is a few minutes of strategically placed licks and sucks—damn, this man knows what he’s doing—and my legs are snapping closed around his head, my upper body curling up with the force of the orgasm hitting me. He keeps going as wave after wave crashes over me before I finally float back down to earth.

Well, back down to Anders’ kitchen table.

He grabs both of my hands, pulling me up until I crash into his firm chest. His palms rub circles around my back in the most soothing and tender gesture, until one comes under my chin to lift my eyes to his. Before I get there, though, they snag on his soaked lips. My eyes widen in embarrassment. “Oh gosh, I’m all over you! Here, let me help.” I reach out to wipe my arousal from his lips, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

“I’d love for you to help, but”—he pins my wrists together in between us—“no hands,” he says with a wink, a challenge in his tone. He’s watching me, unsure how I’ll respond to this side of him.

So, naturally, I lean forward and take his mouth with mine. This is not how I imagined my first kiss with Anders, especially since I’ve never tasted myself like this before, but it’s so perfectly us. He’s always been ready to go toe-to-toe with me, and I feel a sense of relief that that’s not changing, even when it feels like everything else is.

I groan as his tongue slides into my mouth, but as quickly as it’s there, it’s gone. Anders bends down, grabbing my underwear and leggings, and helps me back into them before walking around the table and sitting back down in front of his pancakes. He takes a large forkful and stuffs it into the same mouth that was just between my legs.

He swallows, looks me right in the eye, and says, “Damn, that was delicious.”

Performing has become a chore. I want to feel something again.

Gabe

Louie’s tonight, karaoke starts at 9.

You know I hate karaoke.

Gabe

Which makes zero sense. You literally want to make a living from being on stage. How is this different??

In so many ways…

Gabe

COME ON. If you don’t go it’ll be me, my sister, and her friends. Don’t make me sing solo.

Fine, I’m in.

Gabe

Really?? I had at least five song lyrics ready to be used to sway you. Can I use one??

No.

Gabe

Oh say can you see!

Gabe…

Gabe

By the dawn’s early light…

Is that… The Star Spangled Banner…?

Gabe

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