Page 59 of Gone for You

“Oh yeah? What kind of plans?” I ask, looking over her shoulder like I’m interested, purposely avoiding her question about how often they’re here. She probably doesn’t really want to know the truth.

“What? You curious?” she sasses, reminding me of the first time we met.

Rather than answer what she’s fishing for, I just wiggle my eyebrows. She playfully shoves me away which makes me laugh harder. “What? I’ve never had a trio of boobs before. Maybe I’d like it!”

“Ethan!”

“Liv!” I mock.

“Ugh! Why are you so annoying?”

I lean close so my lips are but a whisper away from her ear. She whimpers, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. “Because I want to hear you say that you’re jealous. That the thought of one of those girls out there taking what you know is yours drives you insane. That you can’t wait to come home with me tonight. That right now you’re wet for me,” I groan, letting the heat from my breath warm her sensitive skin, “just like I’mhardfor you.”

She shudders, her body answering the question her words won’t.

Staring into her eyes, I see the hesitation. The fear of giving too much of herself to me. Liv moves like she’s going to walk away and I dart out an arm, snag her around the wrist, and tug her so her chest is brushing against mine.

“I love it when you’re jealous.” I reluctantly release her, crossing my arms over my chest as I stand in front of my desk, leaning against it.

“I amnotjealous,” she lies, pointing at me.

I tip up my chin in the direction of the door. “Right. So I can go out there and talk to the trio of boobs and see about that orgy?”

The gold flecks in her eyes darken, taking on a deep shade of caramel. When she doesn’t say anything, I drop my arms, moving toward her but she’s already on the move. She places her hands on my chest, shoves me back into the desk, standing between my legs. Her lips slam down on mine with a force that shifts me from sporting a semi to hard instantly.

Her fingers press into my head, nails digging into my scalp the way she does when she’s trying to get impossibly closer. My tongue traces her parted lips, teasing, tempting. Me or her, I’m not sure. Every molecule in my body screams at me to take her, make her mine forever.

“Eth,” she moans into my mouth, frustrated that I won’t give her what she wants. I could hold back longer but that’s just stupid. I’m not about to torture myself, too.

I move from my position leaning against the desk, my hands slide down to cup her incredible ass and I squeeze. She whimpers as our tongues battle, twirling around and I lift her up, spin us around, and trade places with her, sitting her down atop the hard, wooden surface. She wraps her legs around my waist, my tongue plunges into her mouth. Exploring every inch that I memorized months ago. The vanilla of her lip balm is sweet and intoxicating. Our tongues swirl against each other’s, twisting together, getting lost in a maze of lust.

I nibble at her bottom lip and she lets out a soft cry, opening her mouth up wider for me. Not missing a single spot, I explore as if it’s our first kiss instead of the thousandth.

Pressing my center against her, there’s no doubt she can feel how hard I am. How ready. I swivel my hips and Liv’s legs tighten around my waist. As if our bodies are completely in sync, we both take a deep breath, our chests heaving, her full breasts pushing against me. I curse the amount of clothing we’re both wearing, desperately wanting — needing — there to be no barriers between us.

I reach between us and slip my hand inside her pants, rubbing against where I know she wants me most. My thumb presses down as my fingers play a rhythm against her center before sliding two inside her. Just the small amount of friction combined with my pressing my hardness against her causes her to explode beneath me.

She wrenches her mouth away from mine, gasping for air. I chase her, latching on one more time, stretching out her high.

We’re both moaning, fingers of my free hand tangling in her long hair, hers lifting my shirt to skim across my bare back, along the waistband of my pants. The instant her soft hands make contact with my sensitive skin, I almost come unglued.

“Liv,” I say against her mouth.

“I know.”

I raise my head and look down at her as I curl my fingers, thumb continuing to play. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was in pain by the expression on her gorgeous face. But I know she’s just holding back the strength of the orgasm that’s trying to rip through her. She’s not quiet in the bedroom so I know she’s trying to be quiet in hopes no one hears us.

Her hand wraps around the back of my neck and squeezes as she shudders through the last of her orgasm. Our chests are still rising and falling as we work to regain our breathing. Olivia’s beauty is natural. Not altered from makeup or dyed hair. Her smile is infectious.

She leans back, pink tongue snaking out to taste the remnants of my kiss that’s lingering on her lips.

“I gotta get back out there and relieve Rex. Need a minute?”

She smiles and nods again, still not speaking.

“You okay?”

Nod.

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