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Andrew: Yeah, eating you out…
I blush hard as a sweet, delicious spasm tightens my core.
Me: Who said I was on the menu?
Andrew: Who said you weren’t?
Me: That may have to wait. Andrea has invited us all over for dinner.
Andrew: Who’s cooking?
I bust out laughing at the question that Irene just asked. Everyone is always a little worried about eating whatever Andrea puts on the table. I shake my head. She does just fine here, so what’s the big deal? It can’t be that bad.
Me: She said something about takeout.
Andrew: Tell her I’ll throw something together. I need to run to the store though. See you soon.
I don’t have time to respond. I look over at the register and see that business has picked up. I put my phone back in my pocket and get to work making sandwiches.
I wear a bright smile for the rest of the day. I’m not above admitting just how excited I am to see him tonight.
Andrea’s house smells heavenly as soon as I walk through the door. I inhale deeply and sigh, my mouth already watering and my stomach grumbling.
“Was that your stomach, Charlotte?” Andrew’s rich baritone voice slides over me like honey. Chills break out along my arms.
Oh, sweet heaven, I think I could come just from his voice. I feel his warmth at my back, my nose now taking in other scents besides the delicious food.
I tense then immediately relax as his arms wrap around me from behind. His face moves into the crook of my neck, and he places a soft kiss at the base that sends those chills across the rest of my body.
We’re at the mouth of the hallway. Everyone else is in the kitchen or on the back patio. It’s quiet where we are. He pulls me farther into the hallway so we’re more hidden from plain view, though we aren’t hidden entirely. If someone walks out of the kitchen into the living room, they’ll be able to see us.
“Aren’t you worried someone will see?”
“Why? You don’t want everyone to know?” The tip of his nose glides up the column of my neck as his hands tighten on my hips.
I start to moan but force it back, so it comes out as a weird cough.
He chuckles in my ear. “I’m already fucking hard. You look downright sinful in these fucking shorts.”
His hand skates down my hip, his fingers touching my thigh before curving around to my ass. I groan when he grips me hard, pulling me tighter against him.
His long, hard length presses against my ass cheeks as he grinds into me. A moan slips past my lips then, my cheeks immediately heating at the thought of someone walking into the living room right now.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. My hands have been itching to touch this soft skin of yours.” His hand runs across my bare thigh and then under the hem of my shirt. His palm spans the width of my stomach.
I arch into him as I reach behind me and slide my hand over his erection, squeezing him slightly over his shorts. Now it’s his turn to groan.
“Charlie! Where are you? Irene made some frozen daiquiris!” Andrea calls from the kitchen.
I jerk away from Andrew so fast and so hard that I trip in my haste to put some distance between us. I don’t know why I’m being weird. Andrea already knows, and I don’t care if the rest of the crew does, too. However, it still doesn’t stop me from pulling away so fast I make a clumsy mistake. The next thing I know, the floor is in my direct line of sight, and I’m dangerously close to impact.
Warm, solid hands grab me around my hips and slow my descent to the floor. My arms wave out in front of me, an automatic reaction to keep me from face planting, but I don’t have to worry.
Andrew pulls me up, his strong arms surrounding me before he places me back down. My feet are now solidly back on the floor. His warm breath washes over me.
“Trying to run from me, Charlotte?” he asks, barely above a whisper. The question and seductive tone make my heart skip and wetness pool between my legs.
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” My words surprise even me.
