Page 16 of Baby for My Best Friend's Brother

I nod as he continues to lightly press it against my wrist, trailing it lightly against the smooth skin

“Good.” He nods toward the bed. “Sit.”

Ordinarily, I’d take exception to someone ordering me around. But at the moment, I’d flap my arms and cluck like a chicken if he asked me.

Seated on the edge of the bed, I take shallow breaths as he settles beside me. He’s still moving the vibrator up and down my forearm, sending more ripples of delight through me.

He lowers his head toward mine. His mouth pauses an inch from my neck. His hot breath tickles the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“What do you think about this?”

Painfully slowly, he trails the device up my arm, pausing briefly at the inside of my elbow, before continuing its upward progress. At my shoulder, he veers to the side and brings it down to my breast.

My nipples tighten, and I gasp out loud.

He chuckles and lowers his lips to my neck. He presses wet, open-mouthed kisses on my skin. Sucking lightly as he presses the vibrator to my puckered nipple sending wave after wave of growing desire through me.

“Oh…” My eyelids flutter. “Oh my.”

“Mmm.” He nibbles my neck. “I think we can aim for a little more than ‘Oh my.’”

Before I can tell him ‘Oh my’ isn’t a bad thing, he suddenly presses the wand between my thighs. I buckle up, my eyes crossing as he pushes it harder and releases, harder and releases. Teasing my clit. Tempting me.

Taking the pleasure already building inside of me to heights I never imagined.

“Oh God. Oh God. Cliff.”

Suddenly, he shuts the vibrator off. I open my eyes as he tosses it aside. “If you liked what that could do, just wait until you see what I can do.”

Then, he drops to the floor, tugging my leggings down my hips. He presses his mouth to my pussy. His tongue slides across my seam and finds my clit.

And then… then, there are no words.

SIX

CLIFF

CLIFF

If Hell is saving a place just for me, I’m pretty sure it looks like this.

There’s fluorescent lighting. Tacky elevator music. A mirror that no one could look good in, showing just how ridiculousIlook in a rented tuxedo.

“This tie is choking me,” I grumble, yanking at the collar. “Are you sure I have to wear this damn thing?”

“Try standing up straight,” the tailor says, tugging at my sleeve. “You’re slouching.”

“Feels about the same.”

He mutters something under his breath, probably about how I'm worse than the ring bearer, and disappears to get the next round of options.

I stare at my reflection. The tux is black, with a satin-trimmed lapel and a bowtie that’s choking the last of my will to live. I look like a penguin that wandered too far from the glacier and got stuck playing dress-up.

The door creaks open behind me. I glance up to catch a glimpse of Sophie entering the shop through the mirror.

My gut clenches.

She’s wearing s soft, clingy dress in a dusty blue that hugs her waist and flows around her legs like water. Her hair is twisted back, half up and half down.Tendrils fall around her face. And her lips… Those sweet, fuckable lips curve up into a sweet grin.

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