Page 55 of Novel Problems

“Mmmm,” I said appreciatively as I took in George’s body, so strong and sexy. I stepped closer so our breasts touched, the soft warmth of the contact sending a shiver of desire through me. I kissed her softly again before jumping onto the bed and holding out my hand. “Come here, you. And shorts off, please.”

George grinned, shaking her head, but obeyed, throwing off her shorts so that her plain black briefs were the only item of clothing remaining on her body. She grabbed my hand and jumped onto the bed with me. We faced each other, kneeling on the mattress, our thighs touching, and wrapped our arms around each other, pulling tight. I breathed in George’s familiar, faintly woody, scent, melting at the sensation of our naked bodies pressed together. Being this close to George felt incredible. Intimate, comforting, and hot all at the same time. I lifted my head and began trailing kisses along George’s collarbone, slowly making my way up her neck. When I reached her earlobe, I gently teased it with my teeth. George moaned, and I did it again, this time applying more pressure. She moaned louder. Encouraged, I continued my attention on her ear, lifting my hands to gently tug at her hair. George gripped me tighter.

“Can we take these off?” I murmured into her ear, tugging at her briefs.

“Yes,” she responded breathlessly, and we both scrambled to take off our only remaining item of clothing.

My eyes hungrily dipped to the dark brown curls between George’s legs as she tugged her underwear over her left foot. I bit my lip.

As soon as George was back on her knees, I pulled hercloser again. She grabbed my butt and groaned softly into my ear, the warmth of her breath setting my nerve endings tingling. “You drive me wild,” she murmured before shifting her head to kiss me.

Deep and passionate, our kisses combined with George’s words sent me dizzy with need. Continuing our hungry kisses, I caressed her left breast with my hand, my thumb running over her hard nipple. She let out a hum of enjoyment, which I took as a sign to double down on my approach, moving my other hand to give her right breast the same attention.

“Fuck, Hannah,” George begged, panting in between kisses.

I trailed a hand down to her curls, cupping my hand between her legs. “Okay?”

“Yes,” George groaned, and I dipped my fingers into her wetness, determined to make George groan even louder. Circling her clit with one hand and her nipple with the other, it wasn’t long before my wish was granted.

“Oh fuck,” George let out a guttural moan, our kisses now messy. George’s hands roamed over my body, grabbing my butt and then my hair.

I shifted my hand so my thumb focused on her clit while two fingers teased her entrance and then dipped into her, over and over again.

“Do you wanna lie down?” I gasped, frustrated that our position didn’t allow for deeper penetration. George lay back on the bed, and I scrambled between her legs, letting my tongue take over for my thumb and my fingers going deeper inside her. She smelled and tasted incredible.I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

George gripped my hair, and I increased my pace,paying close attention to her moans to gauge what pressure and speed she liked most.Fuck, this is hot.

Finally, her muscles contracted around my fingers, and she writhed on the bed, muttering curses as she came. I continued, relishing the enjoyment I was bringing her, feeling like I might almost come again simply from bringing George pleasure, until she cried out, “Enough!” while laughing.

From between her legs, I looked up, taking in her slightly dopey, happy face smiling down at me, and a rush of happiness shot over me.

“Come here, you,” she said with affection. I clambered up to her, wiped my face, and gave her a long, soft kiss before lying down next to her and resting my head on her chest. We lay there for a few minutes in silence, George gently caressing my back while I listened to her heart beating. It felt so right, so natural, so comfortable. Even though it was only early evening, my eyelids felt heavy, my body completely relaxed. This was where I was meant to be, who I was meant to be with.

A beeping sound broke me out of my reverie.

George jolted. “Shit, I better get the pie into the oven, and then we should really think about dinner.”

I let out a satisfied sigh.Sex, a delicious Vietnamese chicken salad for dinner, more sex, and now snuggling with George in her bed was a pretty perfect way to spend the evening. But instead of being ready to nod off to sleep, our activities had sparked something in me—something I was very eager to get down on paper.

“George?”

“Yes?” she responded.

“I know this is weird, but would you mind if I borrowed your laptop to do some writing?” While I sometimes wrote on my phone, it was currently low on battery, and I was bursting to get the words down as quickly as possible.

“Are you serious? But it's so nice and cozy just lying here.” To my relief, George didn’t sound annoyed—just sleepy and a little surprised.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m loving this too. But inspiration just hit me, and I know from past experience that if I don’t get it down now, it might fade away.”

George chuckled. “That’s okay. I accept that artists must make sacrifices for their work, including ending one of the best spooning sessions ever when inspiration hits.” She unwrapped her arms from around my waist, pushed herself up, and swung her legs over the side of the mattress.

A wave of guilt swept over me. “Don’t worry about getting up. Just tell me where it is, and I can find it.”

“No, it’s fine. I need to put the pie away anyway. It should’ve cooled by now.”

I followed her into the spare room, where she pulled her laptop open, put in her password, and set it up on the desk. “There you go. Can I get you anything. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?”

I smiled, George’s offer bringing back memories of the night she’d discovered me signing 841 copies ofThe Realm of Furiesat Novel Gossip. “No, you should go back to bed. I’ll be in when I’ve got this down.”

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