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I wander over to the glass frames. “So I was looking up butterfly mating habits the other day, and I discovered—”
“I’m sorry, no,” Gigi interrupts. “You can’t just gloss over that. You were looking up butterfly mating habits?”
I shrug out of my jacket, draping it over the back of her desk chair. “Don’t read too much into it. Honestly, I was only trying to figure out how they fuck. Like what part goes where.”
She howls in laughter. “Oh my God. Did you learn anything interesting?”
“I did.” I flop down in the chair and swivel around. “There’s this one tropical species where the male mates with the female and then sprays her with this, like, antiaphrodisiac chemical so other males can’t get with her.”
“Is this leading to some weird dirty talk where you say you want to spray me with a Ryder chemical?”
“You wish.”
“Remember when you told me not to read too much into this? Well, I am. You’re totally trying to show interest in my interests,” she accuses. Still laughing, she throws herself on the bed and rests her head on a pile of decorative pillows. “So, when do I get the details of your wild night?”
I tense. “How’d you hear about that?”
“Case texted this morning.”
The resulting jealousy that surges through my blood has me clenching both fists.
Shit. That’s not good. I’m not supposed to hate the guy anymore. But the idea of him texting Gigi, maybe even winning her back, reactivates all my former acrimony.
“He said you two worked things out.”
I shrug.
“He also told me he confided in you about our breakup.”
I shrug again.
Gigi gives me a pensive look.
“What?”
“Do you think kissing is cheating?”
I don’t expect the question. “What do you mean?”
“If you’re in a serious relationship with someone and they kiss someone else—do you consider that cheating?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Really?”
“Sure. If you love and respect someone, you shouldn’t be kissing someone else. End of story.”
Gigi smiles at me.
“What?” I say awkwardly.
“Sometimes I struggle with how black and white you are. But in this instance, I love it.” She licks her lips. “It’s actually a huge turn-on.”
“Is that so?” I drawl.
“Uh-huh.”
And then she’s climbing off the bed and into my lap. She locks her fingers behind my neck and dips her head to kiss me.
When our tongues meet, it’s like a shock to my system. Desire radiates through my veins. My balls tighten and my ass cheeks clench. Then Gigi deepens the kiss and rocks her hips, summoning a strangled noise from my throat. All her squirming is pure agony. Fills me with an ache that only her tight warm heat can ease.
Noting my labored breathing and impatient hands, she laughs softly and slides off my lap, eliciting another groan, this one laced with frustration.
“You seem agitated,” she says innocently.
“I wonder why.”
“I think I can help.”
“Mmm?”
A dazzling smile lights her face.
Then she gets on her knees and takes my cock out.
“You never let me do this enough,” she says as she wraps her fingers around the hot aching shaft. “Always just want to fuck me, you terrible person.”
“Awful,” I agree.
My heartbeat becomes irregular when she lowers her head and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. The way I get impossibly harder tells me I’m not going to last long. Especially not when she draws me into her mouth and eagerly starts to suck.
I lean back in the chair, head thrown back as I thrust my fingers through her hair and enjoy myself. The sensations she’s creating are mind-blowing. Every inch of me feels hot and tight, every muscle coiled in anticipation for the next deep suck, the next firm stroke of her soft hand.
“You’re going to make me come,” I warn.
She simply tightens the suction of her mouth as if baiting me into orgasm. It’s not long before she gets her wish. My hips move restlessly as she sucks me so fucking good. While her tongue scrapes along my length on the next upstroke, her braid falls forward and tickles my balls, and that’s all it takes to unleash the rush of pleasure.
Afterward, she grabs some tissues and cleans me up. Then she flips her braid so it’s hanging down the center of her purple jersey, looking mighty pleased with herself for destroying my dick like that.
And in that moment, I’m reminded of what Shane said weeks ago. That she’s girlfriend material. That I’m not boyfriend material.
I brushed it off because it didn’t matter then.
Now, I’m revisiting his assessment.
Maybe it’s not true. Maybe I can be a boyfriend.
I mean, why not?
Well, other than the fact that Gigi has never once expressed interest in me being her boyfriend.
As if sensing my troubled thoughts, she wrinkles her brow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I swallow through my suddenly dry throat. “What do you think if we went out somewhere?”
The groove in her forehead deepens. “Somewhere where?”
