Page 117 of Best Friends for Never

“Fine.” I toss my hands in the air, plopping back in my chair. “Be my guest.”

So I begrudgingly sit there while he cleans up the kitchen, even grabbing the spray from under the sink and wiping the counters down. It’s as sweet as it is annoying, but I know if I get up to help, he’ll yell at me until I stop.

When he’s finally done, he walks over to me and holds out his hand.

“Oh, am I allowed up now?”

He smirks. “Yes.”

I let him pull me up, and he drags me right against him, pressing his lips to mine without any warning.

The kiss is hard and heated and has me tingling in all the right places.

I’m breathless when he finally pulls away.

“Good morning,” he says, like he didn’t just kiss me senseless.

“Good morning. What a way to wake up.”

“Oh, if you think that woke you up, wait until you see what I have in mind next.”

Without warning, he lifts me into his arms and sets me on the table.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.

“Having a second breakfast.” Then he drops to his knees and parts my thighs. He arches a brow my way. “Any complaints?”

I shake my head furiously, and he chuckles darkly.

“I didn’t think so. Now, lie back so I can eat your pretty pussy.”

A shiver racks through me from his vulgar language, and I don’t dare ignore his request, lying back as he hooks his fingers into my underwear and drags them down my legs. He grabs my hips, scooting me to the edge of the table where he wants me, then shoulders his way between my legs.

One swipe of his tongue and I’m arching off the table with a sigh.

I crash my fingers through his soft ink-black locks, pulling him closer.

“God, you taste good,” he murmurs against me. “I could stay here all day.”

“Do it,” I challenge him brazenly, and he laughs, sending a shock wave through me.

He slides his tongue against me again and again, the stubble on his chin rubbing at my most sensitive place. The roughness shouldn’t feel so good, but it does.

He continues to eat at me until I’m bucking against him, dying for a release.

But he doesn’t give it to me. He just keeps teasing and teasing.

“Noel.” I growl out his name.

Another laugh. “Yes, Peter?”

“You’re killing me.”

“Really?” He licks at me again, and I moan. “Because it doesn’tsoundlike I’m killing you. In fact, it sounds like you’re only moments away from coming on my face.”

“And I would be already if you didn’t stop tormenting me.”

“That so?”

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