Page 110 of My Sweetest Agony
Fucked up.
Marlo pulls out two wineglasses, then snags the cutting board from beneath her and a knife and sets all the cheese and truffles on it before ushering me toward the living room and the couch.
“Take the wine and the glasses and go. I’ve got the snacks.”
I do what she asks, a strange icy tingle rippling across my skin and turning my stomach again as I set everything on the table and settle into the corner of the couch.
It’s just nerves.
And guilt.
And all the other things that have been filling my head all day.
But when Marlo settles next to me and watches me expectantly, I suddenly feel like I’m a criminal suspect in an interrogation room with a skilled detective who will stop at nothing to get to whatever I’m trying to hide.
I thought this would be easier.
That as soon as I saw her, everything that I’ve learned and that happened would come pouring out of me like a tidal wave.
Instead, my throat feels tight.
Like something is clamped around it, making it hard to breathe and impossible to speak.
Marlo sighs and leans forward, pours the wine into our glasses, and shoves one into my hand. “Drink. Then spill.”
Shit.
I take a sip of the sharp, tannin-heavy wine and clutch the glass in my hands so tightly I’m afraid I’ll snap the delicate stem. “So, you told me to go talk to Cam yesterday…”
She nods. “Yeah…” Her brows rise. “Did you find him?”
Normally, she would have been all over me last night, texting and calling for updates after she basically encouraged me to stalk the man again. Only sheer luck and her own romantic distraction prevented her from doing just that.
I bite my lip, glancing down at the red liquid I should be enjoying.
Kissing you tasted like red.
Cam’s words ring in my ears, igniting that scorching heat throughout my body that keeps coming every time I remember last night.
I clear my throat. “Yep. We…talked.”
Then fucked like wild animals and fell asleep with his cock still buried inside me…
“And?” She motions to me expectantly. “Don’t leave me hanging, girl.”
Cam would never do that—leave me hanging.
While he certainly seemed to enjoy dragging out my pleasure to torturous lengths, he was also crazed in his focus on ensuring I came hard—and often.
My pussy clenches, heat rushing between my legs at the memories, and I shift my position on the couch so I can try to alleviate the ache. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Marlo sips her wine and cuts off a piece of cheese to pop into her mouth. “At the beginning.”
“I followed him after his meeting?—”
“Well, aren’t you becoming the perfect little stalker…”
I snort, burying my face in my free hand, cheeks heating with absolute mortification. “Please don’t say that. It’s embarrassing enough.” Releasing a sigh, I look back up at her. “I don’t need you making fun of me for it, especially when you are the one who encouraged me to do it.”
