Page 54 of The Tip-Off
“I meant friendships, memories. You’ve made some of those, right?”
“Not as many as I should have probably.” It’s hard to regret the past four years because of all that I’ve accomplished, but I’m man enough to admit that I probably could have allowed myself to have a little more fun.
“Not too late,” she says and nudges me playfully.
“Isn’t it?”
“Every passing minute is another chance—”
“To turn it all around,” we finish theVanilla Skymovie quote together.
She walks to me slowly, or maybe time freezes. Blue-green eyes lock on mine and she runs a tentative hand along the front of my jacket. “What do you say, want to make some memories?”
And then I kiss her.
26
Gabby
When the man makes a move,he makes a freaking move. My lips sting under his crushing kiss and my back finds a wall. What wall? No clue and I don’t care about anything but his next breath. Mine are all his and I give them freely.
I’ve never felt more beautiful as he holds my face in his big hands and feasts on my mouth. It’s sweet and hard and. It. Is. Everything.
Zeke’s broad shoulders flex. Even through the suit jacket, I can feel his muscles doing their thing. And even sexier that thatthingthey’re doing is making out with me. Zeke’s hands relinquish my face and roam down my sides. His lips release mine and I miss the feel immediately, but when his mouth finds my neck, I forgive the absence.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin and the words tickle my sensitive flesh. “So long… I’ve waited so long to taste you and you’re even sweeter than I imagined.”
I’m swooning at his feet with every word and every touch.
He pulls back and flashes me a devilish grin at the same time his hands disappear under the skirt of my dress. Strong fingers stroke the outside of my legs and ride up until he finds the band of lace. He loops his thumbs through at my hips and slides my panties down. I step out of them carefully and he pockets the red scrap of material into his suit jacket.
“A memento?” I barely recognize the raspy voice as my own.
“Just clearing a path.”
“To my vagina?”
“I aim to please.”
“If that were true, you’d already be naked.”
He tsks softly, his mouth so close that I can feel the movement of his lips against my collarbone. He presses flush against me, and I lean into his hard body. Grinding his length so close to my throbbing core, he whispers, “We don’t have time for the naked version. Someone could walk in.”
My legs tremble at the thought of being caught with Zeke in compromising positions. I don’t hate the idea.
“If you’re teasing me, so help me God—”
My idle threat goes unspoken because Zeke’s fingers slide back under my dress and find my center. I laugh out of happiness and surprise and probably delirium. His deep, throaty chuckle follows mine and he stops. A second’s hesitation makes me scared he might pull away.
“Don’t stop or I’ll die of disappointment.” Is the most eloquent thing I can think of, but it does the trick and after another short chuckle he continues.
The orgasm that feels like it’s been building for weeks is so close I’m embarrassed by how little effort it requires before I’m trembling and moaning. I clamp my mouth shut realizing I’m being louder than one probably should while having sneaky locker room sex.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” Zeke says. “Let me hear you.”
I unlock my jaw but still refrain from making a sound until he rubs my clit at a speed that demands to be celebrated with vocal recognition. He speaks through the kiss. “Nobody here but me, beautiful girl. Be as loud as you want.”
With a nod, I ask him to get the fuck back to it – in much nicer words, of course. He hasn’t even broken a sweat when I cry out, saying his name, saying mine, there’s a good chance I speak tongues as Zeke brings me to the magical land of orgasmic paradise, and I make plans to visit regularly.
