Page 55 of The Last Thing
I hook my leg over his and move closer. “As long as you understand it can’t be more than this. Just sex.”
He stares at me for a long moment. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
I bite my lip, dragging my finger down his chest. “As long as you’re giving me more orgasms.”
Again, his lips go to my neck as he pushes two fingers inside me.
“As you wish.”
Deck keptme in bed until right before he had to leave to get Sophia. Hopefully, the bulge in his pants died down before he got to the pickup line.
I had no idea what to expect when he walked into my apartment this afternoon, but everything was immediately charged between us.
He’s intoxicating. When I’m around him too long, it’s like I get drunk and stop thinking clearly. Except I’m completely sober and constantly fighting my instincts.
The instincts that tell me to burrow inside him and let him have me.
Sounds like a recipe for disaster.
But since my willpower went out the window, here I am.
Sophia asked me to go for a walk with her while her dad was cooking dinner and then she convinced me to eat with them.
Though Deck and I exchanged a few looks, it’s not like we could discuss anything in front of Sophia.
Maybe today was him needing comfort and seeking it in me. Maybe it was the explosion that was bound to happen.
Or maybe it’s the start of something.
Nope. Nope. Nopity nope.
Because I’m a glutton for punishment—and need either validation or a distraction—I grab my phone off the table and open the group chat.
Me: I slept with Deck again.
No point in hiding how chaotic I am from them. They have to love me no matter what.
Frannie: You broke your rule!!
Me: As he explained it, technically I’m not sleeping with a parent. I already slept with a parent and now I’m working for him.
Kennedy: Alexa, play Usher’s U Got It Bad.
Me:
Kennedy:
Frannie: Hallie and Deck, sitting in a tree…
Me: F-U-C-K-O-F-F
Jade: Just a reminder that I’m an author and anything you say may be used in a future book.
Justin: But make it angstier!
Me: You two are nauseating.
Mark: I feel like you all need your own text group. I don’t need my phone blowing up in my locker all practice.
