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I smirk before leaning forward and catching her bottom lip between my teeth. She sucks in a sharp breath. “You’dbe making a fucking mess on me. Wetness seeping from your panties and covering me with your cum,” I tell her, watching closely as her eyes dilate and her pants quicken. “Wanna know what I’d do with you then?”
Tenley nods. It’s slow and full of anticipation. Heat swarms between us, and I know she feels it too. “I’d make you sit on my face until I licked every last drop. Not giving a fuck who saw us because I’m simply unable to resist you, Tenley.”
She gulps, and I trace the column of her neck.
God, that collarbone.Downright sexy.
“That…” her voice projects in a weary stammer. “Doesn’t sound very…appropriate.” Blue eyes dilate, and her heart threatens to beat from her chest—Tenley Abrams is crumbling.
She’s crumbling in the palm of my hands, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to piece her back together. What an honor.
I chuckle before kissing her on the forehead and pulling away. We’ve been back here for too long, and I’ve got a photoshoot to finish. “It’s business.” I raise my arms at my sides. “Nothing more. Nothing less. Remember that, Mama.”
And I sprint down the hall, the sound of Kodi calling for me confirming my earlier prediction.
Yeah, I’m in deep shit with my buddy’s wife.
But worth it.
30
TENLEY
30 WEEKS
Tenley:Your captions need some serious work.
August:Your conversation intros need some serious work.
Tenley:I’m not paid to use proper conversation intros. I’m paid to help your social media.
August:You’re also not paid to suck my cock but that’s never stopped you before.
Tenley:WHERE ARE YOU
August:Clubhouse. You want me? Gotta ask nicely.
Tenley:Hard pass, dick muncher.
August:That’s you, you fiery blonde princess.
Tenley:I think I just threw up in my mouth.
August:Come here and I’ll fill it with something else then.
“What’s got you smiling like that?”
My head lifts, directing my attention away from the phone. “Just August beingweird.”
Navy sends me her signature sassy and devious smile. “Is that so? Must be pretty funny to have you smiling so...big.”
I shove my phone into my bag and hold a light pink dress up in front of me. God, this is hideous. “I gave him one job, Navy. Post a carousel of photos showing his typical Saturday. What does he do? He captions it ‘rather be on the dirt.’ Like…what in the actual fuck? It’s like trying to teach a toddler.”
Navy laughs, sifting through the rack of name-brand dresses. All of them are the farthest thing from my style and budget. “Poor guy. He hates social media, Tenley. You know this.”
“Poor guy?” I blurt. “He hardly has to do anything. I send him a weekly grid of what to post and the bare minimum he’s required to do is caption it. Meanwhile, his social media is going crazy with messages and comments. To the point we might need to start filtering it or pay someone to monitor them.”
“That’s great!” Navy exclaims. “That’s what you wanted, right? For his social media to take off, and in return, he keeps his endorsements. I saw the post he made a few days back for Adidas. That’s really exciting, Ten.”
