Page 139 of Make Me Laugh

The way West kisses me tells me everything I need to know about him. About us.

My hands slide up his sides, slipping beneath his shirt to explore the lines of his muscles as they flex beneath my touch.

West’s hand moves from the top of my neck to my chin, yanking his lips from mine with a deep rattled groan. He holds me in place, my hands still holding his shirt halfway up his back. “Let’s get you masked.”

I yank the shirt over his head before he spins me around and hauls me flush against his chest, hands roaming the silk fabric clinging to my torso. When I lean forward to grab my mask, he shifts with me, kissing down my shoulder and spine.

West helps me into my mask, and when I turn around, he’s looking at me like he did the first time he saw me as Hex.

Astonished.

Drunk off the sight of me.

Some might even say he looks bewitched.

Under a spell.

Hexed.

The difference between the first time and this one isn’t West. It’s me. He makes me feel confident enough to be Hex again.

A slow, deadly smile slips across my lips. West Parker once said he’d crawl to me…

I drag a freshly manicured finger down his bare chest, my nails the color of fresh blood. “Give me the bottle.”

His throat bobs, and the muscles in his jaw tick, but not from anger. He might be dominant most of the time, especially in these situations, but West doesn’t mind being bossed around by me.

In fact, I know he likes it when I’m a little mean—he’s said so himself.

He leans down, grabbing the bottle he’d opened before I came in, handing it to me.

My fingers wrap around its neck one by one, and I nod my head across the room, telling him what I want without words. The room’s silent, no sound other than the crackling fire and the patter of my heartbeat in my ears.

West’s eyes don’t leave mine as he steps back, putting distance between us until I nod once more, bringing him to a stop. I break our eye contact, glancing down at the floor without moving my head this time. When our eyes meet again, West understands, a smug smile creeping across his lips.

He falls to his knees on the plush rug and almost eight weeks to the day since we met, West fucking Parker crawls to me because I told him to, not because I asked.

I wish I could slow down time and stay in this moment forever. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to explain the look in his eyes no matter how long I had to try.

Once he’s close enough, I reach down, placing my index finger gently under his chin and allow him to rise from the floor.

On his way up, he grabs the bottle from my grasp, his free hand sliding up my neck, tipping my head back before getting a grip on my jaw to keep me still. His touch isn’t commanding, it’s slow and intentional, like a man who can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be in the presence of Hex. “An offering.”

I open my mouth, and West pours until tequila runs down my neck and chest. On his way back to his knees, he doesn’t let it sit for long, following the droplets from my chin to the swell of my breasts with his tongue.

His eyes meet mine when I sink lower, bringing one hand to hold the underside of his jaw like he’d done mine. West opens his mouth, and I make sure the cameras get a clear shot from every angle of Hex spitting an entire mouthful of NBTWN tequila into West Parker’s mouth.

He’s barely got the shot down before he’s propelling himself off the floor and pinning me to the bed. West doesn’t kiss my lips, he trails them down my neck and chest, and I arch my back to press into him harder. We give the cameras a hot and heavy show, and just before West’s lips touch mine again, I pause and say, “unplug the fucking cameras. They’ve seen enough.”

If they can’t get a fifteen second ad out of what we’d just done, I’ll show them how to edit a viral video myself.

West is sinking between my legs seconds later, moving the expensive lace underwear out of his way, using nothing but his mouth to bring me to my first orgasm.

Four days later, on the night before our last show in Detroit, our ad with NBTWN goes live, and I think it’s truly the most stunning work I’ve ever seen.

Everything from the setting to the music is a perfect fit, but that’s not what the world is commenting on.

The ad highlights all the moments in between, never showing too much of one scene. It flips through West crawling, then jumps to his tongue lapping up the spilled tequila on my chest, before landing on him pouring the shot into my mouth with perfect label placement. We see him lifting my silk dress before he settles between my legs, returning to me tipping his head back.