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My entire body bucks when he places a kiss to the apex of my pubic bone. He chuckles. “Taste so good too.”
I look down at the covers. Drew is merely a lump beneath them, obscured entirely by my comforter. I try to lift it up to watch him, but he doesn’t let me. “Relax…” he hisses again, a cobra threatening to strike.
Drew’s tongue flicks into my wet center and I let out a pleased moan.
This feels…different. I’ve been eaten out before. However, the way Drew is lapping up my juices and ensnaring my clit with his tongue is creating a warm numbness across my entire body.
How did I get here? I still don’t understand.
However, I follow his instructions, spreading my arms back over my head and falling into the deep well of my bed. My entire body melts underneath him. Since I can’t see him, every sensation is new. The way he caresses my hips or nuzzles his nose against my pubic hair. The feeling of a hot breath sliding up my belly or a soft rumble from his lower belly.
It feelsso good.
“Dana…” he says and then repeats my name a few more times before delving his face between my legs again and pushing my thighs back.
“Drew, oh my god.” I’m starting to tremble. All of my muscles are enslaved to the pleasure he’s creating between my legs.
He thrusts his tongue into me almost like he’s fucking me.
I can’t even remember when he kissed me.
“I’m going to–”
Drew growls into my wetness.
“It’s h-happening,” I stutter, about to tip over the edge. “Let me watch when I–”
I grab the covers again. This time he doesn’t hold them down. I whip them back, but instead of Drew’s beautiful mouth clamped around my clitoris, all I see is blackness.
Nothing.
And in the blink of an eye, my orgasm is yanked away and the blackness swallows me whole.
* * *
My entire body jerks awake.I’m sweating all over. Light is streaming in through the blinds.Fuck, what time is it?
I grab my phone off the nightstand. It’s already half past eight. Shit. I was supposed to be up a half hour ago. I’m meeting all my sisters at the bakery to discuss all the last minute details before we go to Maldives in two days and I wanted to get there early to chat with Gillian and see how she’s feeling about everything and what I can do to help.
However, it looks like I’m just going to make it in the nick of time.
I leap out of bed and into the shower, washing the sweat off as well as the guilt. Dear god, where did that dream come from?
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamed of Drew before. I mean, we spend so much time together, it’s notunusual.
In the past, though, the most we’ve done is kiss…maybe touch. Notthat.
Thank god my subconscious didn’t give me the full image of what Drew would look like between my legs. That might have been too much to bear.
Guilt is not as easy to cleanse as sweat, so I’m still stewing in it by the time I get to Gillian’s vegan bakery. All my sisters are there along with Lola, Gillian’s best friend and maid of honor. Much easier to choose someone not in the family than to deal with all her sisters scrambling for the title of “best sister” (even if Harley snagged “matron of honor.” Although, whether or not being a “matron” is an honor, none of us are sure yet).
“So, we’re flying private out of LAX Monday morning. We have four private jets that–”
“Jeez, Gilly, you didn’t tell me he hadthatkind of money,” Amy whispers.
Lola blushes and looks away. Lola also happens to be Axel’s sister which makes this even more of a family affair. The Hitchins family property dynasty is generations old. And generational wealth is no joke.
“Don’t act like Hunter doesn’t run resorts on every continent, Amy,” Harley snorts.
