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“I’m nicer than you assume.”
His mouth was on mine, pulling my lower lip between his before he began to kiss a trail down my body. “No, you’re not, but I like you mean.” He kissed my belly and then met my eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Can you let me do this now?”
The pillow cradled my head as my eyes fell closed at the feel of his mouth. My entire life, I’d always told men exactly what I wanted. It wasn’t a hardship—if I thought about it, I didn’t trust them to get it right, so I gave lots of direction, every time. I groaned when he spread my thighs wider, his tongue moving in perfect wide circles.
I clutched the pillow above my head and my breathing sped. At some point, I’d stopped giving Lear direction, stopped getting distracted with worry that he wouldn’t get it right. I didn’t want him to know he knew me so well, didn’t want to admit he could anticipate my responses, but he did.
He shifted, increased his pressure, and I squirmed, but his hand was there, already resting at my waist to hold me in place.
“More,” I huffed, meeting his eyes.
“I know.” He spoke over my skin, the words muffled. His fingers filled me, his pinky finger tracing against the spot that made me groan at the sensation.
My thighs shook and my muscles tensed. Lear’s hair was soft under my fingers as I slid my hand over his head, gripping his hair, and the coils in my body tightened. I whimpered toward the ceiling, too gone to be bothered that Lear Campbell was making me whimper and it was normal. My body always reacted to him this way.
He held my thigh and gripped my waist, tightening the circles of his tongue a moment before I knew I wanted him to focus right there.
“Yes, yes!”
He pressed his fingers deeper, crooking to nudge my G-spot in a slow, steady rhythm, filling me, taking me closer to the edge, where my body and mind were ready. I paused on the precipice, the tension building so slowly that I teetered on the edge. He didn’t stop. He kept going in that maddening slow rhythm until the first string was pulled and my body unraveled in a flurry of sensations and heat, my hips rolling under him.
I was still moaning when Lear moved up the bed and stroked my neck. “Minus?”
I needed more contact, needed more touch, as the edges of the orgasm rippled through me. I pulled Lear to me, slanting my lips over his and tasting myself on his mouth. “Plus. Definitely plus.”
He kissed me again, his arousal evident against my leg. “Always good to have the highest grade in the room.”
I stilled. “Wait. Are you saying I’ve earned only an A minus?”
Lear dragged his lips across my shoulder. “Let the minus motivate you.”
I rolled to the side, pinning him to the bed with my leg over his and my forearms on his chest. “You think I’m so competitive that will work on me? That just because we’re friends, I’ll let you sucker me like that?”
“So, you do want to be my friend.” His grin was cocky, but the real smile underneath showed through.
“Shut up.” I kept him pinned, dropping a kiss to his lips.
“And I didn’t try to sucker you. I just said I have an A plus.”
I hated that he knew me so well.
Chapter 30
Lear
BEFORE I OPENEDmy eyes, I felt the warmth of RJ against me, her soft waist under my forearm. The bed smelled like the hotel’s detergent, like sex, and like RJ’s lotion. When she’d run out to her room after round two, I didn’t think she’d come back, but she’d returned with a small toiletry bag she toted to the bathroom, walking out saying “If you think I’m going to fall asleep without lotion and my sleep bonnet, you’re out of your mind.” I’d helped her apply the lotion to every inch of her skin.
In the morning light, the pink satin of her sleep bonnet rested on the pillow next to me, covering RJ’s curls. I liked it, the familiarity of it, as if she stayed with me overnight all the time, like we were an us. I slid my arm lower, pulling her against me.
“Motherfucker,” she muttered quietly, and I froze. The light from her phone filled the dim room, casting us in a circle. “Not you. Sorry.”
I kissed her shoulder. “Work?”
“Client’s soon-to-be ex-spouse playing stupid games.” She tapped hurriedly on her phone. “Play stupid games,” she said, tapping her screen forcefully, “win stupid prizes...”
“Are you taking someone down at 5:42 in the morning?”
She kept grumbling under her breath, something about adeposition canceled at the last minute again and sanctions. “I started at five thirty.”
