Page 26 of Duty Became Desire

“You taste so sweet, taste so sinful. You want to come?”

“Yes, please! I don’t know what you’re going to do to me, but I need it.”

“That’s it, look at you, being my good girl. Come all over my tongue, let me taste you for days on end. Let the house remember your cries, just like my good girl.”

I wasn’t sure what set her off. The naughty talk, the praising, or my tongue and fingers working her over, but she came, coating my chin and lips with her sweet release.

And damn it all to hell, she was addicting.

Her cries of pleasure were addicting.

Fuck, she was plain addicting.

Chapter sixteen

Skylar

Aweek later, I sat on the floor of Alec’s living room, wanting to throw the centerpiece I was working on at him.

“You can’t really think that rum is a horrible liquor,” I told him, shaking my head.

“I do. It’s a drink I’m not overly fond of.”

“Let me guess, you’re a tequila type of guy, aren’t you?”

“Not since it fucked me up in college. I like Fireball, actually.”

“What?” I screamed. “Come on, dude. That’s worse than rum. That’s like a pussy drink.”

He threw the flower he was working on at me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you drink it little Miss know it all?”

“No, it’s done one too many numbers on me, so I stay away from it. Can’t even mix it with other stuff. I catch a whiff of it, and I’m done for.”

He rolled his eyes at me but all I could do was smile. A few days ago, Demi had texted the two of us to see if we’d be willing to help her do some of the decorations since the countdown was on. I had mentioned I’d be in town and Alec had offered up his space. Demi and James should have been here three hours ago to help, but so far, nothing.

I smell a set up.

But not as big as the one for our wedding.

Which, mind you, neither one of us has had time to go to the clerk’s office. If we weren’t working, then James and Demi were calling in favors, or other things were going down. So, here we were, pushing now over a month, and no divorce.

Was I heartbroken?

Not really.

And that scared the crap out of me.

“Okay, change of topic,” he said, grabbing the materials to work on another flower. I had to give him credit. He was really stepping up to help the couple. But he was also really good at arts-n-crafts. That could have something to do with him being a teacher, or a really awesome uncle.

“Next question.”

“Where would you think your perfect location would be for a honeymoon?”

“Oh, Alec, going deep on that one.” I sat the ribbon I was working on and thought it over. “You know, I could go to the typical beachy type of place, and I do love it. They’re great and beautiful. But if I’m doing a honeymoon, I’d also love to pick a place that my husband would love to go to.

“I do love history, so I’m fine with going to like Italy, or England. Someplace that’s fun, but also historical. Some placethat had sights, history, great food, and amazing memories. Does that make me odd?”

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