Page 358 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
Well, maybe something else would too. Or, someone.
I hit the intercom button outside Kennedy’s place. I smiled remembering all the times I’d snuck into this building back in high school. I took a few steps backwards to see if I’d still be able to jump and pull down the fire escape ladder. It was pretty high. But I totally had this. I cracked my neck and stretched my arms. But before I could leap, the door buzzed open.Score!I took the stairs two at a time and felt a little dizzy by the time I reached Kennedy’s floor. I managed to avoid looking at Brooklyn’s apartment door and headed straight for Kennedy’s.
Before I could knock, Kennedy opened the door.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I said and then laughed. I literally had no idea what that phrase meant or why I’d said it. But my eyes did like staring at her.
“Shh!” Kennedy said with a laugh. “You’ll wake my mom.”
“I don’t want to wake your mom.”
“Then lower your voice,” she hissed.
I laughed. “You lower your voice.”
“Oh my God, Matt. Are you drunk?”
“No,” I somehow managed to say with a completely straight face. Because I was plastered.
“Are you sure about that?” She raised one of her eyebrows in a way I could only describe as overtly sexual. Yep. That was it. Overtly sexual.
“Absolutely positively not drunk,” I said. “Here’s your ice cream.” I shoved the bag into her hands. “They had your favorite.” I knew her favorite ice cream. Because I knew her. I knew everything about her. Well, everything but a few things. My gaze wandered to her lips for just a beat.
“Really? They had the forbidden chocolate? I haven’t had this in years.” She reached into the bag and pulled the container to her chest with the most orgasmic sigh.
“Shh, your mom will hear you,” I said.
“Hear me sighing?”
“I have no idea what she’ll think if she heard the noise that just came out of your mouth. Come on.” I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in the air.
“What are you doing?” she said with a laugh as I flipped her upside down over my shoulder. “Matt, put me down.”
“No, I’m taking you back to the couch where you belong.” I leaned down with her still balancing on my shoulder to grab the ice pack she’d discarded on the floor. Somehow one of her hands slid down to my butt.
My whole body tensed. Not because I didn’t like it. Because I did. But I didn’t know if she knew her hand was perched precariously on my left ass cheek. And it seemed like a good idea to tell her just in case it was an accident. “Kennedy, I need to inform you that your hand is on my ass.”
“Would you just put me down, you big oaf?”
I laughed and tried to gently put her down. I collapsed on the couch next to her. “You touched my butt,” I said and pulled out the French fries I’d picked up after I’d gotten her ice cream.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Sure,” I said. But I was pretty sure she’d meant to.
“You’re really drunk.”
“Am not.”
“You’re talking so much louder than you realize,” she said with a laugh. “Oh my God, this reminds me of one night when Brooklyn and I came home drunk. Do you remember that party at Felix’s place?”
“Yeah, I remember.” Brooklyn had looked so beautifully out of place at that party. I hadn’t been able to stay away from her.
“Oh no, wait. Uncle Jim was pissed after that. But not as pissed as he was after the party at your house. Because we came back drunk again. He tried to ground her for life.”
I shook my head.
Kennedy leaned forward and for a second I thought she was going to kiss me. But then she just gently touched my neck, right below my ear. I tried not to orgasmically sigh like she had. I may have groaned though. Just a little.
