Page 57 of The Pursuit of Happiness

Selene doesn’t flinch, nor does she react to any of our jabs and claims. She just gives us a very annoyed look and snaps, “What do you mean ‘what do I do?’ I fuck,” her voice is final, leaving no room for protest or argument.

“Well, that’s the end of that,” Brody complains, disappointment in her features.

A new voice enters the room, “That’s the end of what?” We all turn to find Sly standing in the room. He must’ve just gotten back from dinner.

I give him an amused smile, “We’ve been caught.”

He tilts his head at me, “What?”

Ivory answers for me, “We know you guys are a thing.”

Sly gives me a confused look that makes me feel guilty. I feel like I’ve been giving him a lot of emotional whiplash lately. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know?”

I defend, “I didn’t! But they already knew.”

“How?” He asks, surprise in his eyes.

Selene answers, “Because the two of you are as transparent as my Nan’s underwear.” She shivers under her breath, a traumatized expression passing through her features before she forces whatever image that came to her mind away.

Sly’s brows pull together, “Uh…okay?”

Brody explains, “We knew you guys were a thing because of the way you look at each other and also because there wasa lotof sexual tension.”

“Yeah,a lot,” Ivory adds.

I roll my eyes as I lift myself off the couch and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wraps his arms around me in return and presses a kiss to my lips, whispering, “You ready for me to make good on my promise?”

I feel warmth between my legs and nod, “Fuck, yes,” I whisper back.

Brody removes herself from the couch with a fake yawn, “Well, that’s my signal to leave.” She hurries for the door and just before she dips out she does some kind of weird hand signal thing with Sly that has me creasing my brows in confusion.

Ivory follows Brody’s lead and I notice she does the same signal with Sly. “What is that?” I ask, suddenly feeling left out of whatever that is.

Ivory winks, “Secret handshake.”

I scoff, “Excuse me?”

Sly laughs, “We made it when you came late last week. We’rebesties now,” he high fives Ivory and she has to jump off the ground to reach his hand.

I roll my eyes, “Right.”

Brody peeks back in, “Besties, but you’re still our number one, R.” She disappears a moment later and when Ivory sees the annoyed look on my face she sprints out of the studio too.

Selene takes her time to leave and Sly attempts the secret handshake thing with her too, but she holds up a dismissive hand, “I’m not four, don’t try that shit with me.”

Sly lowers his hand and I can’t help but laugh. Selene leaves a moment later, the scent of her expensive perfume lingering. When it’s just Sly and I, he immediately uses his hips to pin me to the wall, his mouth instantly on mine.

I can feel his length pressing against my stomach, already rock solid and I feel my own arousal gathering between my legs. “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day,” he groans into my mouth.

His fingers dip into my jeans and into my thong, smoothing through my folds. He removes his hand a moment later and raises his fingers in the air for me to see, my arousal glistening from the light. He sucks his fingers clean and growls, “You taste so fucking good, Kane.” I shiver at the heat in his stare, the sight of him sucking my juices off his fingers. He catches me completely off guard next, lifting me and tossing me over his shoulder. He swats my ass and I gasp in surprise, so turned on that my jeans feel so wrong on me. I rub my legs together for friction, desperate to get even a taste.

He tosses me down on the vinyl couch my friends just vacated and immediately makes quick work of removing my clothes. I hear fabric tearing and buttons popping but it doesn’t matter at all. Nothing matters but this beautiful, perfect man that has me wetter than an ocean right now.

Once he’s done stripping me, he immediately lowers his face until his mouth is on my pussy. I moan at the warm sensation ofhis tongue lapping at my clit, his fingers working in tandem to work my entrance.

He changes his rhythm and my body convulses, my eyes closing, “Eyes on me,” he commands.

I obey, not wanting to play games and risk losing the sensation of his stimulation. “How does this feel, Kane? Talk to me.”

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