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Emily
My head is spinning. This tequila is really good stuff. As soon as I hear the ping of the elevator, I get up and run to the foyer (at least I try to run). I stumble my way through the penthouse. The moment I see Josh, or two of him, I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
My lips find his, my tongue pushing its way inside his mouth, not that he puts up any resistance. Before I know it, he’s got me pinned up against the wall. He takes control over the kiss, tilting my head to give him better access. I can feel his hardness against my centre, every movement of his hips sending me further and further into a frenzy.
Josh slows down the kiss, before pulling away. “Miss me?” he asks.
“You were gone a really, really long time,” I tell him with a pout.
“I know.”
“Emily, it’s your turn!” Ella shouts from the living room.
“Oh, it’s my turn. Put me down. Put me down. It’s my turn.” I unwrap my legs from his waist, my feet landing on the floor. Josh doesn’t let go. His arms hold me close as I struggle to keep myself upright.
Once I’ve got myself steady, I look up at him. “It’s my turn. Let’s go.”
“It’s your turn for what?” he asks as he holds me still.
“Our game. Come see.” I unlatch his arms and drag him by the hand through to the living room, where the three girls are waiting for me.
“About time, I was about to take your turn,” Ella says.
“Damn, Josh, who knew you’d clean up so well.” Reilly whistles. I glare at her. It’s just like high school, when all the hot girls would be pining for Josh to give them some attention.
Josh ignores her. Instead, he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest. “Mmm, you smell good. Why do you smell good?” I ask him.
“Because I showered?” he questions back.
I shrug. I don’t really care why he smells good, as long as I can stay tucked up in here and sniff him.
“Gross, Emily, it’s your turn. Hurry up and get that little ass of yours down here,” Ella squeals.
I take my seat next to her. “Okay, sorry, but I’m not really sorry. He has a really good tongue,” I whisper back to her.
“So does his brother.” Ella winks at me and I laugh.
I lick my hand and hold it out. Ella sprinkles the salt on it. “Oh, wait! I have a better idea. Josh, get over here, and lose the shirt.”
Josh raises his eyebrows at me. “Lose the shirt? Why?” he asks as he strips his jacket off and loosens his tie.
“I want to lick you,” I say simply. All the girls start laughing, and I join in with them. “If you knew how good he tasted, you’d want to lick him too.” I point to each of them.
“Trust me, Emily, we do not want to know. Besides, nothing tastes as good as Zac,” Alyssa says.
“My husband has a pierced cucumber. And when you lick it…” Reilly laughs.
“Argh, God. Josh, shoot me now,” Ella grumbles.
Josh squats down behind me, picking me up before placing me in his lap. His arms close around my waist. “Sorry, El, I happen to like you, which is rare, so you’re not getting shot.” He lifts up my tequila and downs it in one go.
“Hey, not fair. That was mine,” I complain.
“Okay, where’re you licking, babe?” Josh asks as he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt.
“Really, I can lick you?” I’m so excited. I jump up and down. Josh’s hands go to my waist, stilling my movements.
“Anytime, anywhere,” he says.
