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And trust me when I say it’s pure pleasure.
But just as I’m about to come, my mind flashes to someone and something I don’t want there—Joey and his cock.
She stops when I come.
I grip the couch, and the fingers of her free hand dig into my leg as she lifts her mouth but continues to fuck me with her fingers. She climbs up my body until she is back on my lap, and I open my eyes to see her looking down at me.
“We can continue this in the bedroom.” She smirks.
My phone rings again, and she reaches for it without thinking and smiles.
“Hello.” I hear a voice on the other side of the line, but don’t know who it is. “Yeah, sure, here she is.” She hands me the phone.
I glance at the number and don’t recognize it. “Hello.”
“Hey, Adora. This is Sailor. We’ve met before. You brought a glorious pair of heels to my house.” It’s the mafia boss’ wife.
And I do remember her—pretty little thing that likes expensive shoes. Lucas bought her a pair as an apology to make up to Keir for something, but he made me deliver them. In exchange, I got a pair too. Because, hello, why the hell would I not be in on that exchange.
“Yes, I remember you,” I reply.
Becca leans forward and kisses the top of my breast, her hands grabbing my waist.
“Keir asked that I check in with you on everything for the wedding.”
“Check what?” I ask her, my brows furrowing.
“The reception.”
“Okay…” I trail off as Becca leans forward and kisses my lips softly before she pulls away and leaves me there to continue my conversation. I hear her refrigerator open and shut before she comes back with a glass in her hand.
“Joey said he was going to ask you for ideas. Did he not do that?”
Becca gets back down on her hands and knees in front of me, pulls a piece of ice from her cup, and puts it in her mouth.
“No.”
“Okay, wait a second… I’m going to put you on speaker.”
“No, don’t,” I say, but I don’t think she hears me as I hear rustling from the other end.
“I asked Keir if I could help because I can’t imagine the stress this will have caused you, and he said to check with you. So, any color preference?”
Becca leans forward and places the ice from her mouth against my clit. I squeal and try to cover my mouth, but she holds me still with her other hand. She slides the ice up to my stomach, and I watch as it melts before she drags it back down again.
“Adora?”
“No, no preference,” I squeak out.
“Okay.” There is a pause. “And Joey?” she calls out. “Sorry, Joey is here. I’ll just check with him.”
“I need to go,” I say into the phone, my eyes drawn to Becca as she smiles and slips the ice into her mouth and touches my clit with her tongue before she changes it over for the ice.
“Oh my God,” I moan out the words so dramatically that I know they will know exactly what’s happening.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear Joey’s voice come over the phone, but I’m not in the right state of mind to deal with him and his shit right now.
“Any color. He can pick. I have to go.” I drop the phone just as she slides her tongue right in—where her fingers were earlier— and I scream. Then she fucks me until I see stars.
