Page 65 of The Summer I First Saw You
It’s not really the same without you jerking off on my stomach afterward.
Filthy girl. Now I’m hard as a rock. It’s going to be very awkward if my boss walks in.
I could take care of that for you. You could hide me under your desk.
Now I’m gonna need you to take care of it for me as soon as I get home. Bewaiting. Panties off.
I’m giddy. Even if it’s all pretend, this pretense makes me happier than anyrealthing I had before him.
I’m at home, showered and waiting just before he’s due. When my mom calls, I consider not answering but we never talk for long, and I’ve got a few minutes ‘til Harrison gets here. Besides, if I talk to her quickly today, I won’t have to talk to her tomorrow, and the less we speak, the fewer lies I’ll be forced to tell.
“I have to go soon, Mom,” I warn. “I’ve got an, um, date.”
“Anyone special?” she asks.
“No.” The lie is necessary. It’s what she wants to hear, and I sure as hell don’t want the questions that would come if I answered in the affirmative.
“Good,” she says, as I knew she would. “The next six months are too important to be getting distracted. Did you see that article I sent about tricks for taking the LSAT?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I wish I could tell her the truth—that it’s hard to get geared up to take an exam for law school when you’re not even sure you’re going to be graduating from college.
“So the reason I was actually calling is that I wanted to make sure you’re coming to the opening of the theater next week,” she says.
“Huh? Didn’t it open weeks ago?”
“That was the soft opening. They’re doing a big thing to celebrate.”
“I don’t—”
“Honey, you have to go. Liam did the restoration. This is his night.”
Downstairs, the garage door is opening.
“We’ll see, Mom,” I say, desperate to end the call. “Oh, there’s someone at the door. Can I—”
“Liam and Emmy would appreciate it. I seriously think he’sgoing to wind up marrying her. I’ve never seen him like this over someone.”
Harrison climbs the stairs and takes me in like something he’s starved for. He comes to the end of the couch, raising a brow at the shorts I’m still wearing, wrapping his hands around my ankles and spreading my legs.
“Mom, let me call you back,” I squeak, hanging up the phone before she can continue.
He tugs at my shorts. “I thought I told you to have the panties off.” He leans down, pulling my thong to the side. The heat of his exhale ghosts between my legs before he presses a gentle kiss to my clit.
“I was working on it,” I reply breathlessly. “But it felt a little weird to keep going once I got on the call with my mom.”
He tugs the panties off and runs his tongue over my center, letting it circle, then dip inside me.
“You still deserve a little punishment,” he says, sitting up. “Come here.”
I pout. “I kind of liked where we were.”
His grin is positively feral. “You’ll like this too. Probably.” He pats his lap. “Ass up.”
I suspect I know what’s next, and I’m already soaked from the idea of it.
I climb over his lap. His palm rests on my back. “So tell me what was so pressing about this call that you couldn’t take off the panties?”
He smacks my ass hard and I gasp at the sting, but before I can complain, he’s letting a finger slide back along my center.
