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“Nina is the oldest?” he asked.
She nodded. “And she’s…gotten herself into a bit of trouble.” She gulped down even more wine. “My stepmom, April, walked in on her taking nude selfies.”
“Oh, shit.” Drew said. “How old?”
“Fourteen.”
He released a low whistle as he shook his head. “I can’t imagine being that age with the technology available these days. I think back to high school and I’m grateful that the iPhone wasn’t released until the summer after we graduated.”
London’s brows creased, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Are we really that old?”
“Yep. My uncle Elias bought me one my freshman year at Howard. I thought I was hot shit because of that phone, but never once considered using it to send nudes of myself to anyone. Or ask someone for nudes. Now it’s commonplace.”
“I’m just hoping April really did stop her in time. I’ve heard too many horror stories of what can happen when a girl sends pics to one guy and, the next thing you know, he’s sent them to half the school.” She gripped her curly hair tight. “It only takes seconds to become the girl everyone is talking about, and for all the wrong reasons.”
“Technology,” Drew reiterated. “It makes it so easy to turn one stupid mistake into a disaster that can follow you around forever.”
“I still can’t believe Nina would be so irresponsible. Even at fourteen, I never would have done something like this.”
“I didn’t know you when you were fourteen, but at sixteen you were more mature than some adults I know. Don’t compare your sister or any other teenager to the kind of kid you were at that age.”
“You’re right,” she said. “I have to remember that when I see her.” She sent him a pained look. “I told The Mothers I would talk to her.”
“The Mothers?”
“My mom and my stepmom. They’re sort of best friends. Don’t ask,” she said, draining the rest of the wine from her glass. She eyed the bottle he’d set on the coffee table, but then she shook her head. “Nope. Not falling for it.”
Drew shrugged off his disappointment as he finished his own glass. Before he could lower it from his mouth, London lifted the wine stem from his fingers and set both his glass and hers on the coffee table. Then she crossed her left leg over both of his legs and straddled his lap.
Drew’s hands immediately sought her waist. He held her with a firm grip, his thumbs slipping underneath the hem of her clingy black top.
London locked her wrists behind his head. “I didn’t come here for wine or to talk about my family,” she said. “I came here to, well, come. And I would like to come over and over again. You up for making that happen, Mr. Sullivan?”
“I’ll repeat what I texted you, Dr. Kelley. You never have to ask that question.”
She attacked him with a brutal kiss, her mouth eager and demanding as she plunged her tongue past his lips with punishing force. Drew pulled her shirt over her head and made quick work of getting rid of her jeans. He would give anything for just a few minutes to take in the sight of her body, but all he got was a glimpse of the lacy pastel peach panties and bra against her rich brown skin before London had taken both off.
She helped him with his clothes, working on his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. In minutes they were both naked with London once again straddling his thighs. She grabbed a condom from the drawer of the table next to the sofa—they’d learned over the past week to store condoms in every corner of the apartment—and ripped open the foil packet. Drew helped her roll it over his erection, and then she moved his hand out of the way so that she could grip his dick and guide it inside.
They cried out with matching groans as she planted herself on top of him. Her head fell back, exposing the slope of her neck to his mouth as her hips undulated against him. Drew captured her waist again, his fingers sinking into her flesh. He attempted to take control of her movements but soon relented, letting her set the pace.
“How are you…so fucking…good at this,” London said between gasps.
“Practice,” Drew replied.
She released a breathless laugh. “If you keep in touch with any of your other practice chicks, tell them I said thanks.”
Drew dipped his head and captured one of her nipples between his lips, just to shut her up. It did the trick. She clasped her arms around his head, holding him in place as she continued to ride him. She began to pump harder, but Drew slowed them down. He wasn’t ready for this to end just yet. He knew from experience that the moment she found her release, she would be out of here.
Instead, he pulled out and lifted her off his lap. Standing, he turned her around, taking both her hands and placing them on the back of the couch. Then he grabbed hold of his dick and eased into her from behind.
London let out a cry, her hips bucking as she pushed against him, meeting his forward thrusts. He palmed her stomach with one hand and gripped her hair with the other. The sight of her back arching was so damn erotic he nearly came, but still he held off.
He spun London around again and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pointed to the bedroom.
“In there,” she said.
“You’re so bossy,” Drew said.
