Page 87 of Paradise & Vodka
I spun her around, opened the middle drawer next to her, and lifted her foot onto it to open her up for me. Bending down, I spread the lips of her pussy, and just like I had with her mouth, I devoured her between her legs. She held onto the counter and looked down at me. I didn't stop my feasting, and the sight of her watching me only intensified my need to please her.
"Don't stop," she panted and grabbed onto my hair.
The drawer her foot was on started to move, and I knew she was riding my face. She pressed my head hard against her, and even though I could barely breathe, I didn't stop until she shattered around my tongue, and I drank her juices for my breakfast.
Nickand I were cuddling on his couch, having a lazy Sunday, when I woke to my cell phone buzzing later that day.
"It's Everleigh," I stated, and reached for it. "Hey," I answered.
"Sister, sister."
"What's up?"
"It's him."
"Douglas is dead?" I sat up straighter, my gaze moved to Nick, and his mouth hung open. I put the call on speakerphone.
"And his parents."
"That's crazy."
"I know. I'm a widow."
"Now what happens?"
"The Bureau of Consular Affairs is working with me to arrange to have their bodies sent back to New York."
"They pay for that?" I asked.
"No. I have to."
"Well, that sucks," I replied because itdidsuck. They weren't in love, and the jackass had tried to leave her behind for her to die.
"Yeah, but I can still play up the widow card. I did some research on the plane ride here, and it can take up to three weeks for the inheritance to be transferred."
"And you still get that?"
"I think I get it all since I was his wife."
"Really?"
"I'm not sure. I know everyone was waiting to hear where Doug was, so once they learn he died, I should know more, right?"
I nodded. "I think so."
She blew out a breath. "This is all so crazy."
"It is," I agreed and met Nick's stare. I smiled at him. If Everleigh knew that I hired Nick, essentially broke up, and now we were dating for real, she'd think it was even crazier. I would never tell her or my parents that Nick was an escort, and I'd hired him.
"When are you going back to New York?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Have a safe flight."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"What?" I giggled. "No!"
