Page 78 of Love Complicated

He bites the strap of my tank top and yanks, mumbling around the fabric, “Not being able to kiss you.”

I smile, my cheeks burning. “You’ve only kissed me once since you’ve been back.”

He opens his mouth, the strap falls down, wet with his saliva. “That’s what’s driving me crazy.”

Giggling, I swat him away, the heat between my legs throbbing. I need him in ways even I don’t understand, can’t understand.

“It’s driving me crazy, too. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten myself off to the notion of what it will be like.”

Ridge’s eyes snap to mine, wide and confused like I’ve slapped him, and then he grins. “You’ve touched yourself thinking about me?”

I want to slap my hand over my mouth, my heart racing, cheeks blazing at my admittance. “More than once?”

Yep. Totally came out a question.

He growls out a breath. “So hot.”

And then we fuck in the bathroom.

What? You don’t believe me?

Didn’t think so. My brother walks in and steals Ridge, saying something about needing to take shots with his long-lost side-kick. Whatever. Looks like I’ll be getting myself off again tonight.

And then the thought crosses my mind, what if I do and send a video-text to Ridge of it.

My luck it’d get leaked out to the PTA or some shit, and my kids will be taken away from me, so that’s not going to happen, but I can at least tease him with it.

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