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Deftly.
A little rough.
But plenty of skill.
My pussy had gone on full alert, and that was something that I’d been trying to shut down.
But—this just in—my vibrators had nothing on Joel’s cock and body and hands and lips and tongue. Which was something that wasn’t fair in the least. Because I hadreallygood vibrators. I’d even gone into the city to buy them after spending a long time making a careful perusal of a very expansive store.
I’d spent three hundred dollars on a vibrator—two months’ supply of planning supplies—for a very expensive toy.
And it left me wanting.
In a way that was—
“Billie?”
I blinked, rubbed my forehead, and forced a smile, patting my niece on the hand. “Go rest that leg,” I told her, nodding toward her recently broken femur. She’d been out of the cast for a bit now, but she was hitting physical therapy hard, and it was leaving her sore. “I’ll be done soon. I promise.”
Bailey smirked. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I’ll wrap this up and rest soon.I promise,” I added, cutting her off when she started to protest again.
She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t have a time to say anything further because I connected gazes with Axel and lifted my brows, and just like the good boyfriend he was, he took the nonverbal hint and hauled butt over to us.
I passed her off with a hug, kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you guys soon,” I told them. “I still need to come down and see your new house.”
And meet the new people in Axel’s life.
And give my approval since they were also going to be in Bailey’s life.
Something that Axel clearly read because he grinned, shook his head slightly, and then nodded in affirmation.
They’d be around for my approval.
Bailey also knew me, so she read the undertone, tugging lightly at one of my curls. “Bring Dessie too. I can deal with both of you passing judgment at the same time.”
Since I hadn’t seen the other person in our trio of close friends (some said troublemakers) in weeks now, I nodded. “Done.”
“Good.” Bailey grinned. “And”—she held her cell up—“I’m calling you in an hour. You’d better be in bed by then.”
I saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
Then I was hugging them both and murmuring my goodbyes and waving them away. A breath, stifling my sigh, and turning back to the people milling around in front of me.
I plastered on my smile.
And then I played mayor.
Later—much later—I inhaled the cold night air.
I held it deep in my lungs, waiting until they burned from the effort of not breathing.
Only then did I allow the air to escape. Through my nose and my mouth, using the large gust to release the stress of the last hours, the tension at having Joel nearby—on the ice, close enough for me to smell the spice of him, close enough to sense the heat of his body. To want.
No.
I’d wanted him even with distance between us—me tucked safely into the stands and him on the other side of the rink, on the bench, focusing on his job.
