Page 133 of Brooklyn Cupid


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“Slow down, baby,” he whispers hoarsely.

No.

My palm cups him again, then slips to his hardness, stroking it harder.

He groans louder into my mouth, our kiss growing frantic.

He does it again, dips his fingers inside me, then slides them out and works them in circles, and I get ready for it—I always know,feel, when I approach the peak.

But this time it’s so fast, so unexpected,hisfingers down there, not mine, that I whimper as I tip over the edge and roll my hips against his hand, seeking out more pressure as every cell in my body explodes in a powerful climax.

I pant, losing focus on what I’m doing but stroking him feverishly like his hardness in my hand is the secret key to my own ecstasy.

Hot liquid seeps between my fingers, my palm suddenly slick as Jace groans and catches my hand with his, stopping me.

We break the kiss, panting. He bows his forehead to mine. But his hands don’t stop. They tease, caressing my hips, cupping my butt. We both want so much more and so badly.

My nervousness is gone, my body pleading to shed my clothes and be naked against him.

“Lu?” he whispers.

His lips take mine in soft kisses as his hands start gently pushing my shorts down.

“Yes?” I manage.

“I’m going to—”

The doorbell rings, making us both freeze.

My phone in the living room goes off.

Then the doorbell again.

My heart starts racing, blood pounding in my ears like I got caught red-handed doing something illegal.

We are pulled out of our sex daze so abruptly, that for a second, I’m petrified.

Should I ignore it?

Should I get it?

Another buzz comes, and I do the stupidest thing and whisper, “Should I get that?” instantly realizing that I screwed up.

“Yeah,” Jace whispers into my mouth, his warm gaze on mine.

Slowly, he leans and takes the rag from the paint stand. Finger after finger, he cleans my hand, the doorbell ringing insistently.

He cups my face and kisses me briefly, then nudges me to go.

It’s Tito.

Argh!

I’ve never been more mad at him!

“Call next time, maybe?” I snap, irritated, as he sashays past me with a Starbucks in his hand like it’s his house.

I need to get rid of him. He has to go. I have Jace in my room naked, waiting.

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