Page 104 of Text Me Baby One More Time

That’s two whole hours of squeezing my thighs together and trying to push the thoughts away so I don’t embarrass myself in a room full of strangers.

Two hours of pure torture.

I guess that’s nothing when you compare it to the years we’ve spent apart and the pining that occurred. I tried so hard to ignore him, to move on, to do anything but think of Shepard Clark, but it was no use. The universe pushed us together too many times to count, and it was pure agony.

So, yeah, Icouldsurvive a little longer without Shep fulfilling his promise, but that doesn’t mean I want to.

I shove my hands into his suit jacket, clawing at him and pulling him as close to me as possible, craving the feel of his body against mine.

We have too many clothes in our way.

“Pull your dress up,” he says, like he’s reading my mind.

Shep falls to his knees, and it’s a good thing he’s holding on to my hips because I nearly fall over at the sight.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Shep, it’s that heloveseating me out.

Which is good, because I love it too.

Slowly, enjoying the anticipation, I shimmy until the dress is around my hips, lucky the material has a little give to it.

“Seriously, Denny?” He nearly pants once I’m bared.

“What? I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Fuck.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I could strangle you for walking around like this all night.”

“There you go talking about asphyxiation again.”

Without another word, he parts my lips with his tongue, finding my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

A loud moan escapes me, and he pulls away, grinning up at me with wet lips.

“You might wanna dial that down, Den.”

“You might want to shut up and keep proving to me just how good you are with your tongue, Shep. You wanna—oh,fuck!”

He uses his thumbs to part me as he works me over with his mouth, andholy hell,I could stay in this closet with him forever.

I rock against him and he loves it, letting me ride his face and his tongue until I’m sitting on the edge of pure fucking bliss. I have to press my hand over my mouth to quiet my whimpers as an orgasm threatens to shoot through me.

Just as I’m about to explode, Shep pulls away.

“What the—”

He stands, his hand covering my mouth before I can say another word.

“What was that about winning?”

“I hate you,” I hiss.

“It’s a fine line between love and hate, Bucky.”

My heart races. Those words might be the truest ones he’s ever spoken.

I’ve known for a long time now Shep and I weren’t finished. Even when he humiliated me all those years ago and turned away from me, I knew in my heart of hearts it wasn’t over. We could never be over.

Because fate had other plans.

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