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“Mm.” Her finger teases at the third button of my coat that’s still done. “Long night?”
“Fucking terrible.”
She pops open the button easily, not looking at me. “Boo. What can I do to help?”
“Are you sure you’re not tired? It’s practically mid—”
She pops open another button, shushing me. “Are you really worried about my sleep right now?”
“I—” Another button, enough fabric gapping so that she can slip her hand inside and press her palm to my chest. “No. Not really.”
I’m rewarded with her smile as she reaches with her other hand to undo the second to last button. “This chef jacket thing is actually kind of hot.”
That’s one I haven’t heard before.
I notice what she’s wearing now, frowning. “I see I’m not the only one wearing buttons.”
“Someone complained about my pajamas last night.”
I press my hand to her hip, letting my thumb flick at one of the large white buttons on her purple pajama shirt. There are cats all over it. “Are you a cat person?”
“Who isn’t a cat person?”
“They’re kind of pretentious.”
“Oh, wow.” Cassie laughs. “Did you know cats have more than a hundred vocal cords?”
“Are you really giving me Snapple facts right now?”
“I’m sorry.” She pulls at the pieces of my coat before she teases her fingers under the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing underneath. “Are you not turned on by useless trivia?”
I close my eyes as her fingers slide over my abdomen. “This seems one sided.”
“You don’t like my pajamas?”
“I’d like them better on the floor.”
She bites her lip. “You never told me how I could help you feel better.”
“I could think of a few ways,” I murmur, toying with her buttons now. “If you’d take this off.”
There’s a flash of something in her expression then, just a tiny flicker of hesitance before she starts pulling me back toward her bed. She tugs at my coat until I’m forced to crawl over her, her back falling against the comforter as she tugs my mouth down to hers.
I’m still fumbling with her top even as she helps rid me of my coat, and by the time she’s yanking up my shirt to urge it over my head, I’ve managed to undo all of her buttons as her shirt parts so that I can see more.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I breathe, mouth suddenly dry.
Feeling her is one thing, seeing is another. She’s all soft swells and pretty pink nipples—her breasts spilling out of my hand when I cup them as the stiffening peaks beg for my mouth.
“Ah.”
Her soft cry when I wrap my lips around her nipple to let my tongue tease there only worsens the growing situation in my pants, but I tell my cock to back the fuck off and let me enjoy this. I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for as long as I’ve been mentally kicking my own ass for fantasizing about doing this. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I pull at the taut bud with my lips, swirling my tongue there just to elicit more of her sounds.
Because they areaddicting.
Cassie doesn’t hide them, doesn’t try to quiet herself, and I am very grateful for the floor between us and Sophie’s room as her quiet mewls blend into sharp gasps that have her back bowing.
“I thought I was supposed to make you feel better,” she says breathily above me.
