Page 85 of Some Things Never Change

“What a flowery way of saying you like this handsome face. Thank you, Tink. I appreciate it.” Andy brought my knuckles up to his lips with a laugh and kissed them. He was trying to hide his pink cheeks. “What did you just say my eyes were? Golden emeralds?”

I smiled and his cheeks turned a tinge of darker pink. His smile grew wider as he batted his long and dark lashes at me. “Beautiful, right?”

“Of course, pretty boy.”

Andy fluttered his lashes one last time with a shy smile. “I didn’t know you were so obsessed with my eyes, Tink.”

“Well, who wouldn’t be? They’re breathtaking.”

“Why don’t you take a closer look when we get back home where there’s plenty of light? Since you love them so much.”

He quickly pulled me to my feet as I grabbed my purse. After a long day, we finally headed home with one of his hands on my thigh and the other on the steering wheel. He drew nondescript designs into my inner thigh as we listened to some of his favorite alternative rock bands.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, lowering the volume of an angsty love song. “Why don’t we stop having sex for a week? I’m curious about how long we can go without tearing each other’s clothes off.”

We had been on a steady routine of breathing in each other’s skin and feeling the delicious weight of one another pinning the other down into the mattress. Maybe this would give me time to rest and catch up on some beauty sleep instead of burning through my calories into the middle of the night. Even though I was going to miss the feel of his hands teasing me, this may be a blessing in disguise.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sure, we can. But are you sure you’re going to last a whole week?”

He chuckled, giving my thigh a squeeze. “I think I’ll be fine. I’m not too sure about you, though.”

“Me?”

Andy let out a deep, bellowed laugh. “Yes, you.” His hand slowly shifted higher up my thigh and my breath hitched. His fingers danced slowly, merely a few inches away from my sex. “Always so needy and demanding.”

“You’re cheating.” I tried to let out a huff, but it came out as a shaky breath instead.

A chuckle came from Andy, but it soon died on his tongue when my hand reached over to his own thigh. I lightly scratched the meaty bit of his inner thigh. His eyes were glued to the road as the corners of his lips tugged upward. But that didn’t matter.

“Two can play at this game, Andy.”

He pulled into the driveway of his quaint home. Traffic wasn’t as bad as it typically was during rush hour, so we got home much faster than usual. As we waited for the garage door to open, Andy turned to me with a big, shiteating grin.

“A game it is.”

“If you crack before hump day next week, the loser has to beg, by the way—” I leaned a little closer into him as my hand reached out to his left side where I knew he tucked his cock. “In the ninth floor VIP bathroom.”

Andy continued to hold my gaze as he pulled into his parking spot. He hit the button to close the garage as his hand slipped up higher to cup my heat. I let out a breath.

“And what does the winner get?”

I shrugged. “The crown of being the victor and… Lots of wet, slick fun.”

Chapter

Thirty-Six

“Sounds like a deal. But we’ll start tomorrow,” Andy smirked.

His fingers tapped my center, and I mewled. I clawed his inner thigh with a heavy breath and we both got out of the car and quickly into the house. He quickly pulled me into a wet kiss once we were locked inside, eagerly sucking my lips. I sighed loudly into his open mouth as I kissed him back. Andy immediately lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist without breaking our intense lip-lock.

By the time he put me back down, we were in the middle of the hallway bathroom. His hands immediately came up to undo my blouse and easily found the zipper on the back. He began to strip me bare as I did the same to him.

I let out a giggle. “Shower sex, huh? This is a first.”

Our showers together were always sweet, gentle, and innocent. We often helped the other wash away the grime from the day, and that was it. But there was always a first time for everything.

Andy’s fingers hooked under my plain, seamless thong and yanked it down. “Since I’m going to win anyway, I thought it’d be nice to leave a lasting memory of how well you take my big cock throughout every inch of this house, Julie Lo.”

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