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“I don’t know your siblings, but if they’re anything like you, I can’t even imagine being able to walk away.” Her smile is soft and caring, and all of a sudden, my heart gets all twitchy inside my chest.
Fuck, that’s weird. Maybe I should get that checked out when I get back to New York?
Or maybe you should realize that it’s not your heart, but what this woman is doing to your heart…
I shake off that ridiculous idea, but I don’t hesitate to answer Sophie’s next question about if any of my siblings are married or have kids.
“Only Winnie. And my niece Lexi is the coolest kid you’ll ever meet.”
“Both of my sisters are married. And Katelynn has two little boys, Ben and Alex. They’re two and three and keep her on her toes,” she says with a warm smile, but then she furrows her brow a little. “So…wait…none of your brothers are married?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “To my baby sister’s dismay. Ty is always bringing random women to family events, but that’s about as close as any of us get to settling down,” I answer honestly, but then I remember one very poignant moment in our past. “Although, Remy was engaged once, but that ended pretty terribly.”
“Terribly?”
“He got left at the altar.”
Her head jerks back. “No shit?”
“It was a rough time.”
“Damn,” she mutters to herself more than me. “That’s horrible.”
“That, it was,” I say, and suddenly, I have the urge to direct us toward a less heavy subject. “But don’t fret over it, babe. It’s in the past. And right now, we’re in the present, and I’m sitting here realizing that you’re eating pancakes with a bare pussy beneath that robe. Which, I have to say, is quite an interesting situation we have on our hands.”
She quirks a brow. “What are you getting at?”
“How you’re going to earn that next badge.”
“Okayyyy…”
“And I’m pretty sure it starts with seeing how long you can sit there and eat those pancakes while I’m licking your pussy.”
She just stares at me. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but baby, I would, and I will.”
Giggles jump from her throat as she tries to juggle her plate of pancakes in one hand and scoot her body away from me with the other.
But I’m quicker.
And the instant my head is beneath her robe and my tongue gets a taste of her sweet pussy, I actually hear Sophie’s plate hit the floor. Surely that’s a fucking mess. But right now, who the hell cares?
Sophie’s got a badge to earn, and I’ve got a delicious pussy to feast on.
Sounds like Vegas luck is on my side.
Sunday, March 25th
Sophie
In between focusing on the Crenshaw wedding currently surrounding me, I can’t seem to stop my brain from floating back to memories of Vegas with Jude.
Mile High Club. Girl Scout badges. Room service in bed.
Having more sex than my vagina should be able to tolerate in three days.
No doubt, a lot of awesome shit happened in Vegas, but tonight, I feel a bit out of sorts. I’m hardly able to concentrate on the songs the DJ is currently playing, and it takes a Herculean effort to keep checking in on the bride to make sure she appears happy and at ease.
Is this jet lag? I mean, our flight back home to Teterboro got in yesterday afternoon, but it’s like my body is still on West Coast time or something.
More like, your body is on Jude Winslow time.
“Hello? Earth to Sophie?”
I look up from the cake table to find Julie standing beside me with a hand on her hip.
“You okay, boss?”
“Yeah.” I nod, clearing my throat. “Of course. I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” she questions with narrowed eyes and steps closer to me. “Because you’re, like, really out of it tonight. Come to think of it, you’ve been out of it a lot lately.”
“What?” I blow out an exasperated breath. “No, I haven’t.”
I mean, sure, tonight, I am. But prior to this? I don’t think so.
“Oh, yes. You have,” she whispers and begins to help me set up the area for the bride and groom to cut the cake. “I mean, you just took a few days off to go see your parents in Miami, which was kind of strange because you never do anything last minute. Trust me, Soph, you’ve been in la-la land for the past two months.”
Have I really been that out of it?
I meet her eyes, and the look on her face says, “Yes, girl, you definitely have.”
Shit. I guess all of this secret-rendezvous fun with Jude is starting to show its effects.
Well, you did sneak off to Vegas with him…
I grimace.
“All right, spill it,” Julie comments. “What is going on with you?”
Oh boy. There’s the big, million-dollar question, and the answer revolves around an irresistible, larger-than-life man with witchcraft-like abilities to bestow mind-blowing orgasms.
