Page 135 of Surprisingly Us

Kissing Lettie is like a drug. She gives me the highest high; it’s exhilarating, but I’m terrified that I’m addicted now. And dreading the withdrawals when this is over. Because once she comes to her senses, this will be over.

I push the thought away. I don’t want to think about that now. All I want to do is ride the wave of pleasure that kissing Lettie gives me.

I want to strip her bare right here. Put my head between her pretty thighs again. My cock strains against my zipper just thinking about having her on my tongue, lapping her up until this hunger is satiated.

I’m so lost in Lettie; it takes me a second to register the voices in the hallway. Even then, I want to ignore them, stay in this moment with her, but the quiet click of the front door has me pulling back. Lettie must not have heard them because she whimpers with protest, her fingers still finding purchase in my hair as I lift her off the floor and set her back on the couch.

Lettie’s hair is a mess and her lips are swollen. Her eyes scan me, widening at the impressive bulge in my jeans.

She’s half laughing when she tosses a pillow at me to cover my erection.

“Watch it,” I say, turning to fend off the overstuffed pillow with my thigh to protect my balls.

“Oh, I am. Trust me, it’s all I can see right now.”

Sophie and Hunter enter the room and I casually hold the pillow to my front.

It’s clear from their smirks that we were caught.

It shouldn’t matter.

Lettie’s my fiancée. I can kiss her anytime I want.

Except I can’t. Since the night I proposed, after I tasted her and made her come hard, I told her I wouldn’t touch her again. Not unless we needed to for appearance’s sake. So what was that kiss?

“H-hey, how was your night?” Lettie asks Sophie while sweeping loose hairs from her bun.

“It was good, but I’m exhausted.” She grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and wraps herself in it. “How were the girls?”

I watch Lettie compose herself, going from make-out bandit to responsible adult in seconds.

“They were angels. Finley didn’t eat as much as Poppy but she seemed happy and they both went to sleep pretty easy.”

“I should check on them,” Sophie says, swinging back the blanket she just finished wrapping around herself.

“I got it,” Hunter says. “You relax.”

Hunter rubs Sophie’s shoulders, then places a kiss at her temple.

“Thank you,” she says, squeezing his hand before he moves to leave the room.

Maybe I’m still recovering from kissing Lettie, but watching Hunter and Sophie together, their open affection and adoration has me feeling envious.

I stand there, caught in a trance as Sophie and Lettie talk. Their conversation is only noise as I take in Lettie’s easy smile. She reaches up to her bun, pulling it loose to let her hair down, absently shaking out the dark strands.

Sophie’s yawn brings my attention back to their conversation.

“We’ll let you get to bed,” Lettie says.

“Yeah, the girls will be up early. Thank you again for filling in tonight.”

“Anytime! We truly had a blast.”

“I bet you did.” Sophie’s eyes are tired, but her lips twitch with amusement.

“I can’t quite match Lettie’s enthusiasm. I won’t be volunteering to be on your babysitting call list, but your girls are adorable.”

“Thank you. You two have a good night.”

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