“I think I’m gonna pass out,” I slur as his tongue licks along my slit to curl around my clit. “Can’t come again,” I beg, arching up off the bed as he slides two fingers in my pussy, pumping slowly inside of me until I come, still begging him to have mercy on me.
He palms my pussy as he stands up and leans over to kiss me as he unbuttons his dress shirt.
“I love watching my come leak out of you.”
“Uhnn.”
“I’m going to throw you in the shower,” he says, the muscles of his torso highlighted in sharp relief as he twists out of the dress shirt.
The part of me that wants a man to choose me, to want me, is busy raising red flags for the McCarthy parade and prepping fireworks.
There’s that familiar rush, the racing of my heart.
He’s choosing me. I’m special because a man said so.
The chants drown out everything I’ve tried to work through with my therapist—that a man doesn’t define me, that I am worthy because I amme.
Yes, but McCarthy wants to get down on his knees and worship me, and isn’t that better than self-respect?
“…watch you rub soap all over your tits, wash my come out of your hair, then I’m going to bend you over and—”
“McCarthy!”
“What the fuck? Crawford? Don’t go anywhere, Cupcake.” He slaps the flat of his hand against my ass while I giggle.
Then I choke on the laugh when I hear—
“I know she’s here. That’s her dog.”
Crap.
Bethany.
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“Hide me!” Jenna squeaks, jumping up off the bed, her legs immediately collapsing under her.
I grab her around the waist.
“My freaking foot’s asleep.”
She feels so good in my arms, so soft and smelling like sex, like me. I nuzzle her neck, dip my head down to kiss the swell of her breast near the pink nipple.
“Stop. No. Bad.” Jenna slaps lightly at my head. “Hide me! My freaking boss is here! Oh my god, you need to fire that security company.”
“Just go in the closet.”
“She’ll check the closet!” Jenna’s trying to wedge herself under the bed.
“Throw a pillow down here?”
I regard her as I fasten my pants. “I’m starting to see why your life is such a shit show, Cupcake.”
“Pillow!” One of her hands reaches out from under the bed, making a grabbing motion.
I let one fall on the floor with a softthump. It disappears under the bed.
