Page 92 of Happy Hour

“Good point.” He grinned now. “You’re going to need a shower after this.” He reached for the honey bottle beside him.

Soon Def Leppard’sPour some Sugarwas humming in my head.

I really didn’t know the words to sing them out-loud but the entire situation was certainly playing out to the beat of the song when he leaned back, pulled my jeans off and then reached for the whip cream, shaking it with a quick flick of his wrist.

With his thumb, he popped the lid and winked. “You’re sweet but I think I like my Sway al a carte this morning.”

“Is that so?” I giggled.

“Mmhmm,” Jameson proceeded to pour honey, whip cream, chocolate syrup, and caramel sauce over my entire body.

Within minutes, I looked like a goddamn banana split.

Apparently, Jameson thought the same thing when he laughed. “Look at that,” his head skewed to the side. “I’ve created the perfect dessert. My very own Sway banana split.” He laughed again at his discovery, admiring his creation just as Spencer did with the dick on the wall.

What was even worse was that we were thinking the same damn thing, which was never a good sign.

This just proved Jameson was the other half of my brain, a theory our parents have had for years.

“Are you just going to stare at your dessert, or are you going to eat it?” I asked trying to be all super-sexy licking some honey from my arm but it didn’t go down that way.

Instead, when I lifted the said arm to lick it, I slipped on the sticky slippery granite counter and fell off the side onto the floor.

If that’s not embarrassing, I don’t know what is.

Jameson tried to catch me but I had so some much sticky shit on me, I slipped right out of his hands onto my tattooed ass.

Instantly we were both laughing.

In the process of the intended sexy lick-and-then-slip, Jameson was now covered in the same sticky sweet mess he covered me with, and currently trying to unbutton his shorts with honey fingers—not exactly an easy task.

After some effort, he managed to get the shorts down and proceeded to lick his Sway banana split.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his because holy mosses it was sexy as hell.

Jameson knelt down in front of me where I was sprawled out pit lizard-style on his parent’s cream tile floor, covered in sticky sweets.

“Gimme some sugar,” He grinned bringing my foot to his mouth where he took his time at my toes, licking off the smeared chocolate and honey. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with him licking my toes so I squirmed away.

Chuckling at my discomfort for that particular appendage, he moved up my calf to a dollop of whip cream and drizzled caramel. “You taste good.” His tongue carefully swept over me.

Ah crap...now I’m singing Trick Daddy’sGimme Some Sugar.

His tongue darted out once more licking his way up my right thigh until he reached his destination but before his tongue met my ignition switch. He gave me a lopsided smile and bit the inside of my thigh.

I jumped.

“Did that hurt?” he asked in a low concerned gritty voice.

“No,” I assured him. “Just...uh...surprised me,”

He chuckled licking the whip cream, honey, chocolate, and caramel from my body before he continued his licking and sucking against my crankcase for some proper deburring.

Tongue. Lips. Hands. Fingers.

All of it, dedicated to my banana split and me.

Once his lips touched me, I lost all sense of time clinging to him desperately. The sensations were too much and I felt the sweet tension building within.

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