Page 52 of The Stand-In


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That has his head coming up, and his eyes shine—with jealousy?—as he stares up at me.

“We’ll be throwing that out right away. You no longer have a use for it. Now, where was I?” He returns to the task at hand, feeling, stroking, and kissing me until my thighs quiver and I’m holding on to the comforter for dear life.

When he pushes a finger inside of me, I cry out.

“Go over, London.” He kisses the inside of my leg, just below where it meets my center. “Go over, baby.”

I couldn’t stop it if I tried. The orgasm rocks through me so fast and sohard, I see stars. And just when I think it’s run its course, another fresh wave of overwhelming sensation takes over.

I can hear the tear of a wrapper, feel the dip of the mattress as Drew moves over and around me, and when his pelvis is cradled between my legs, he whispers, “Look at me now.”

It takes some effort to open my eyes, but when I do, I’m rewarded with the most tender, sweetest smile from this amazing man. He’s brushing the apple of my cheeks with his thumbs, and he dips in to kiss me softly.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says as he rears back, and when his cock is aligned with me, he slides slowly, but purposefully, inside of me, and when he’s seated to the hilt, he stops, our gazes still locked. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my fucking life.”

I lift my legs and lock them around his waist, and he begins to move as his lips descend to my own. He takes my hand, links our fingers, and pins it over my head, thrusting my breasts up so he can feast on them, tugging and biting my nipples until they’re hard peaks.

I’ve never had a man be so completely focused onmeand my needs. Usually, in my experience, sex is whatever gets the guy off, but not with Drew.

It’s as though my own pleasure is his only job in the world.

“Jesus, you’re so fuckinggood,” he groans, moving faster now. Every muscle in his toned body is tightly flexed, and I can’t resist feeling the hard ridges of his stomach with my fingertips.

“Back at you,” I manage to moan, and I feel him grin against my skin. “Jesus Christ, Drew.”

“One more time.” With every thrust, he grinds the root of his cock against my clit, and it makes my toes curl and my muscles clench around him. “Come again for me.”

“I’ll die.”

He chuckles and then reaches down between us to press his thumb to my clit. That’s all it takes to send me right over the edge into another mind-numbing orgasm.

But this time, he follows me over.

“You know,I might have to rethink this wholeno sex with Caleb in the housething.”

It’s an hour later, and because we missed our dinner reservations, we ordered room service. We’re wearing the hotel’s soft white robes, sitting on the bed with the tray between us.

“I don’t think you want to answer the questions that kid will come up with,” Drew replies with a laugh. “Can you imagine?‘Mom, why were you screaming last night?’”

I cringe at that. “Yikes. Yeah, I don’t want to answer those questions at all. But we’ve been seeing each other for, what, close to a month?”

“I’m not great at math, but I’d say that’s close.”

“And we’re supposed to wait another month for this? Come on, that’s not doable.”

Drew sets down the french fry that he was about to pop into his mouth and leans over to kiss me.

“No, ma’am. I’m afraid I’m addicted to you now. We’ll just find ways to make it work.”

“Well, I suppose my officedoeslock.”

He lifts a brow. “Why, Ms. Ambrose, are you suggesting, as my boss, that I should have sex with you in your office?”

“Only if you’re not going to sue me if I say yes.”

We laugh at that, and then I sober when my phone starts to ring, and I see that it’s Quinn.

“She must be looking for something and needs my help.” I press the green button and put her on speakerphone. “Hey, Quinn. What’s up?”

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