Page 23 of Nothing to This
“Your night together, he ate your pussy… right?”
“What are you doing?”JD asked through gritted teeth.
Oh, her friend was loving every morsel of this and didn’t even have the decency to hide her pleasure.
“Let her answer the question, Jame,” Brenna said.“Did he eat your pussy, Ry?”
“I… I really don’t remember.”
Brenna sucked an inhale through her teeth.“Oh, brother, that’s not good.Either you were so bad, she’s blocked it out, or you weren’t much of a lover.”
“He was a good lover,” she said.Why was she so quick to jump to his defense?“Why are we talking about this?It was almost six years ago.”
“You don’t think it’s weird that neither of you have ever talked to me or Mom about that night?”
“We know that night ended in the creation of two little people,” JD said.“Isn’t that all you need to know?”
Truth was, she did her best not to think about that night.She never let herself get bogged down by the details of what happened or how they’d ended up in that elevator together.At the bar, the sexual energy between them had been undeniable and only one way to vent it existed.
There were no words, no agreements…
As the bar got busier, the noise of others interrupted the intimacy of their little bubble, forcing them to lean in, sharing their flirtatious conversation, bringing them closer.At some point, JD mentioned his suite had a bar.She’d told him to lead the way… Sometimes she wondered what the hell made her agree to something so brazen.
In that hotel elevator, the need between them combusted.The bar in his suite was nothing more than an excuse.He’d cupped her face, drawn her to her tiptoes as he crouched to get lower and then… Their frenzied kiss left her dizzy.She remembered that.Too often she remembered that.
He’d rushed her against the elevator wall, his hands skimming her waist beneath her jacket.She’d arched into him and asked for more.The word “more” had actually come out of her mouth.Mortifying.Though that didn’t stop her from sinking deeper into the memory.
JD hadn’t hesitated.He’d given her what she wanted in his plush, gorgeous suite.Not that she’d paid much attention to the furnishings.Flashes of being in his bed, under him, went through her mind, the feel of his body, his hands, his mouth.
“He did go down on me,” she murmured.
“Oh, look at that smile.”Brenna’s tone slapped her back to the moment, but it was harder to shake the invigoration from her hormones still basking in those memories.“You must have been good at it.”
“He did this thing with his tongue on my—”
JD cleared his throat.She stopped talking in sync with their eyes locking.
His brows rose.“Babe,” he said.
The warning in that word gave her the chance to be stunned.Had she really just been talking about…?
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Brenna said.“Tell us more.What did he do with his tongue?”
“I know I pay your rent every month, Nana, but you have a job, don’t you?”JD asked.“You’ve got something else to do somewhere else.Ry and I have to talk business.”
Sliding off the desk, Brenna slunk around it.“Business, sure,” she said and made a show of kissing her cheek for several prolonged seconds.“Call me, gorgeous.”
Used to Brenna’s sense of humor, she just smiled and shook her head.
JD wasn’t amused, even after his sister left.“Finish with the paperwork on your desk, then I want you to put together a branding package.”
That cleared her thoughts fast.“What?”
“Give me two or three options; you have latitude on everything.I don’t like wasting time on the creative stuff, it takes me too long.You’re perfect for this.”
“You want me to re-brand the company?”
