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“Good thing my cock is dairy and gluten free,” I quipped, and her little snort of amusement was so worth it.
Crawling over her, I went to my hands and knees, my cockhead hovering right near her mouth. With her naughty gaze locked on mine, her tongue flicked out and tasted my tip.Shit. I was the one who needed to stay quiet now, and it wasn’t going to be easy.
Then Zandra’s eyes fluttered closed as she took me into her mouth and started to suck. I moved my hips, dragging my cock over her tongue, and nothing had ever felt this incredible. I was going to lose my mind.
Zandra moaned around my shaft. The rocking of my hips sped up, feeding her more. I wasn’t going to last any longer than she had.
The orgasm hit me with no warning. I had to clench my teeth hard to keep from shouting as I came down her throat.
As soon as my brain could function again, I got up and grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand to wipe her watering eyes and the corner of her mouth. “I always knew your mouth was lethal, Z, but I never knew you could do me in likethat.”
She gave me a smug, satisfied smile.
After I’d tucked myself away and fixed my pants, I helped Zandra get her clothes back in order. Her hair was wild though. I doubt it there was any fixing that.
“Never had to do a walk of shame from my parents’house,” she said. “Do you think we can sneak out without them noticing?”
I wrapped her in my arms and kissed the top of her head. “Why should we be ashamed? We’re grown adults, and that’s probably the first decent action this room has ever seen. These walls needed something to talk about.”
Just then, a voice shouted up the stairs, echoing against the cavernous vaulted ceiling of the stairwell. Her mother. “Zandra, are you going to pout up there all night, or are you going to come back down here for coffee and brandy like a civilized person?”
I shot Zandra a look, and we both burst out laughing.
TWENTY-FIVE
Callum
As we steppedout of Silver Linings, coffees in hand, I paused on the sidewalk to inhale the crisp morning air. “I love First Fridays,” I announced.
Zandra eyed me over her pistachio latte. “Why?”
We started walking toward Hearthstone. “First Friday of the month means new specials at places all over town. Live music in the park. Sidewalk sales. We didn’t do much at Hearthstone last First Friday with Manny out, and you and me just starting our trial period. But don’t you remember from growing up here?”
“Yes, I remember. But it never seemed like that big a deal.”
I scoffed. “Blasphemy. I bet you’re one of those grinches who never went to pep rallies or town festivals either.”
She strode along casually beside me, sipping her drink. “Sometimes I went with Jessa, but no, really not my scene.”
Lengthening my strides, I got ahead of her and spun around to walk backward while facing her. “At the summer festival right after you got back to town, you would’ve seen me in my full turnout gear. I looked smokin’, pun intended.”
“Wow, I missed out,” she deadpanned.
“Us firefighters will be at the fall festival next month.FYI.”
“I’d better hurry up and get it on my calendar.” She took another slow sip.
Grinning, I fell back into stride alongside her.
As we went down the block, Zandra gasped. “Why is there a huge line in front of Hearthstone?”
“First Friday, baby. How did you miss that at the last staff meeting? Some general manager candidate you are.” Nobody was looking our direction, so I snuck in a pinch of her butt cheek. She glared. Worth it.
I slung my arm around her shoulder, because friends and coworkers did things like that. “Russ is debuting his new beer today.”
“The new golden ale? I thought that was tonight.”
“We officially add it to the board tonight. But people always show up early to taste the first pours of the new beer on First Fridays.”
