Page 55 of The Little Black Book

“Climb up on the bed and roll over,” I say quietly, and she quickly complies.

I crawl over her, settling my hips between her thighs as I dip my head to suck at her breasts. She moans and thrashes beneath me until I line my throbbing cock up with her entrance and drive it home. She stills, gasping with relief as her pussy squeezes my length.

“Yes,” she breathes when I start to move in slow, languid strokes.

I take my time, pushing deep and rolling my hips before slowly pulling back out. I press my mouth to hers, and she opens up and licks at my tongue, not even flinching at the taste of herself on me. Her legs lock around my waist as she rocks against me, her heels digging into my ass to drive me deeper.

We go on for minutes, hours, days…I’m not sure how long, but by the time she comes, I want to shout from the rooftops that she’s mine and always will be. I want to stay locked like this for eternity, buried deep inside her while she shouts her release.

My own orgasm rockets through me, and I whisper her name as my balls empty inside her. And as we cling to each other, trying to catch our breath, I realize something.

For maybe the first time in my life, I justmade loveto a woman. It wasn’t just sex. It was an expression of my true feelings. Feelings I know she’s not ready to hear, yet. But hopefully, she felt it.

Hopefully, she felt just how hard I’m falling for her.

Chapter23

Totally a Couple

Zoey

“So, what’s going on with you? You’ve been kind of MIA the last week or so.”

I look across the table at Sophie, who’s eyeing me with concern. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play coy with me, bitch. You’ve beenbusy,” she says, using air quotes to accentuate the word, “and you’ve been acting cagey every time we talk or hang out. What’s going on?”

“Ihavebeen busy,” I say haughtily, then hunch over the table to grin at her, then Ava. “Busy having lots of sex with Sam.”

“What?” Sophie shouts, and I stiffen, looking around the restaurant where we’re having lunch.

A few patrons look at us quizzically before returning their attention to their meals. I turn back to Sophie and give her a death glare. She holds up her palms and shakes her head.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t try to turn this around on me. How else was I supposed to react when you blurt something out like that? Back me up, Ava.”

She nudges Ava with her elbow, but Ava just shrugs and nods. I peer at her with confusion. She’s usually the high-strung one that’s drawing attention to us, but today, she just seems…off.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m fine,” she says, brushing off my concern. “I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I’m a cranky bitch today. Now, tell us what’s happening with Sam.”

She injects some excitement into her voice, but I don’t quite believe it. Something is going on with her, and I don’t feel right gushing over my time with Sam while she’s so obviously bothered by something.

“I’m fine,” she repeats, reading the concern on my face. “Tell us everything before I stab you with my fork.”

“Fine,” I say, pointing my own fork at her, “but we will be circling back to you.”

Ava rolls her eyes, but Sophie gives me a firm nod, in full agreement with me. If something is going on with Ava, she needs to tell us so we can try to help.

“Okay, so, remember last week when I went to the bar to watch Sam and the cocktail waitress?” I ask, looking at Ava for confirmation.

A french fry smacks me in the forehead like a missile, and I flinch back before turning a wide-eyed stare on Sophie. I shake my head quickly as if to ask what the hell that was for, and she narrows her gaze at me.

“This has been going on for a week and we’re just now hearing about it?” she asks, her voice low and angry.

“Sorry,” I say, picking up the fry and tossing it back at her. “I wanted to tell you guys. I just…I don’t know. I felt weird about it, and I didn’t know if it would lead to anything more.”

“Carry on,” Ava says, nudging Sophie with her elbow.

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