Page 92 of The Stand-In


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“That might stain, you know.”

“It’s winter, you’ll wear clothes.” He smirks and leans in to lick it off. “Mm, delicious.”

“My turn.” Taking the frosting, I writeD + L. Before long, we have all kinds of things written on us—initials, symbols, and designs.

Before we can get close to licking it all off, the bag of frosting is empty, and we’re kissing, rubbing, and smearing the frosting between us because we can’t keep our hands off each other any longer.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking sexy,” Drew growls, and does boost me up onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his hips and scoot forward, giving him easier access to me.

But he doesn’t slide into me.

“Drew, if you don’t fuck menow, we’re going to have a problem.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Come on. I want you.”

He drops to his knees, props my legs on his shoulders, and proceeds to lap at me with more gusto than he did the frosting.

“Oh, shit.” I lean back on my hands and just about come out of my skin when his teeth rake over my clit just hard enough to make my entire body zing. “Ah, hell, Drew.”

He hums, which sends another zing through me. When he pushes a finger inside of me and makes that littlecome heremotion, I shatter, right here in my kitchen.

Drew stands now, but I don’t give him the chance to slide inside of me. Instead, I push him back, slide off of the counter, and kneel before him, taking his cock into my hand and mouth and mentally high-fiving myself when he growls in surprise and satisfaction.

I suck gently at first, then grow bolder when his hands weave through my hair and he holds on, not guiding me, just holding on as I pleasure him.

“Shit,” he mutters and takes a deep breath. “Shit, baby, I’m going to come.”

“Mm-hmm.” I don’t stop. In fact, I move faster, a little harder, and relish in the satisfaction that I made him fall apart as completely as he did me just a few moments ago.

“Jesus Christ, I fucking want you.” He sounds almost angry as he pulls me to my feet, spins me to face the counter, and slaps my ass before pushing inside of me. “Ineverstop wanting you.”

His hand slides into my hair again, but this time, it’s at the base of my neck, and he squeezes his fist, tightening his hold deliciously.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I breathe, pushing back against him as his thrusts become harder, more intense, and then we’re falling over another edge together. I glance down at myself and laugh breathlessly. The countertop, the floor, and even Drew and I are covered in smeared frosting. “We made one hell of a mess.”

“Come on.” He slings me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom. “I’ll clean us up.”

“Did you see hercloset?”Jules asks as she and Natalie come down my staircase. “It’s the size of Brazil.”

“I have to tell you,” Brynna says as she joins me and offers me a cocktail, “when you said you wanted to host a holiday girls’ night out, I didn’t expect it to be this incredible.”

“Well, I like to throw parties. I figured this would be a better holiday party than the boring ones I usually throw with all the business executives. I’d much rather hang out with all of you.”

“We’re a fun bunch,” Lucy says with a wink. “The caterer is about to set out the dinner buffet. The bartender just had a family emergency and had to leave, so Stella’s stepping in to take over, but aside from that, all is well.”

“You’re thebest,” I inform her. “Also, this is a party. You’re not at work. Relax and have a little fun, why don’t you.”

Lucy laughs. “Workisfun. But I get it. Just holler if you need me.”

She rushes off to join some of the others dancing in the game room.

“Hiring her is the best thing I’ve done in alongtime. She’s amazing.”

“Lucy is wonderful,” Brynna agrees. “Have you met her mom? Meredith is around here somewhere. There she is, over with Alecia.”

“And Alecia is Emma’s mom?”

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