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“Yeah, it is.” I dropped my eyes, too ashamed to look directly at her, as I said, “It wouldn’t have bothered me at all a year ago, you know? I might have even played along because a guy who encourages that kind of attention for so long can’t decide to grow up almost overnight and expect everyone to forget his past.” I lifted my gaze. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this, Abs. It’s not fair.”
Her brows drew down as she listened to me, and when I was done, her grip on my T-shirt grew tighter.
“I’m not going to be one of those people who finds a boyfriend and gets boring, okay? We’re used to having fun, and that’s not going to stop because we’re only having fun with each other. Do you want to play the game or not?”
Fuck. I loved this woman. I loved her strength and her confidence and the way she always found a way to return to centre and take me with her.
I darted in and nipped her bottom lip, and she used her fist in my shirt to hold my mouth to hers, kissing me like she had something to prove, stroking and sucking and grinding against me until we pulled away breathless.
I slipped my fingers into her hair, wrapped my other hand around her jaw and tipped her head back against the door with a soft thud. My heart raced with lust and exhilaration. “I want to play,” I husked.
Her mouth turned up on one side, she turned the doorknob, and we stumbled into the storeroom.
44
Will
I slammed Abbie againstthe door on the other side, the taste and feel of her heightened in the dark. My dick was rock hard, straining against my pants and pressed against Abbie’s soft stomach as I swept my lips softly over her cheek, then my tongue across her jaw. Her empty cocktail glass dropped to the carpeted floor as she grabbed onto my shoulders.
“Is my girl thirsty?” I whispered.
My hands roamed over her body, lifting her skirt just enough to trace the curve of her arse with my fingertips.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
Her head tipped back, and her chest heaved as I slipped a fingertip under the edge of her panties. My heart pumped as I traced a path between her arse cheeks, then back around to the smooth, wet sides of her pussy. I groaned at how soaked she was for me.
I played between her legs with one hand, teasing her clit and slipping my fingers through her wetness, and lifted the otherhand to curl around the curve between her neck and shoulder. I brushed my thumb over the hollow of her throat before pressing a soft kiss there.
“Does my girl need more tequila?” I murmured, skating the tip of my nose over her jaw as I pulled her little dress up to her waist, ran my thumb into the dip beneath her hips, and tugged her panties down to her thighs.
She nodded wordlessly, shifting to loosen her underwear and letting it drop to her ankles.
“Are you sure?” I asked, falling on her neck and running my tongue over her salty skin. “Or does my girl want to swallow my cum?”
Abbie groaned, and I had to hold her upright as her knees buckled.
“Guess there are things you haven’t heard after all.” I smirked as my ego grew three sizes bigger. “What kind of boys have you been fucking all these years, Ellison?”
Abbie made wordless, needy sounds as she sought the hard ridge of my cock with her naked pussy. I tilted away from her, and when I was satisfied that she could stand on her own, I left her there to retrieve a bottle of expensive tequila from a box along the wall.
Switching on the dusty old lamp perched on the office desk I never used, I stopped to look at Abbie, panting and pantiless against the closed door, dress hiked up around her waist and her underwear still looped around one heeled ankle, lipstick smeared, eyes bright with lust.
This was what made Abbie who she was. So sexy and self-assured that she had no problem making herself vulnerable for me. She’d shed so much of her old self these last few weeks—we both had—but Abbie was still a bad girl at her core, and I didn’t need to be rid of Will the playboy altogether. The reminder thatwe could still be those people with each other was exactly what I needed right now. Abbie was what I needed—now and forever.
My cock throbbed painfully, so I undid my pants, pulling it out and giving it a firm, much-needed stroke. Abbie’s eyes dropped to my crotch, and her tongue ran over her lips. I let my mouth tip up as I cracked the lid on the tequila, then sauntered towards her, bottle dangling by my side.
I ran the rim of the bottle over Abbie’s bottom lip, and her tongue darted out again, tracing the glass. I watched, dick pulsing and blood racing, as I pushed it harder against her mouth, forcing the neck past her teeth until two inches had disappeared between her lips.
It was sexy as fuck, almost as good as watching my cock disappear between those perfect lips.
I pulled it back out. “Can you taste it?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered. “And keep it open.”
I lifted the bottle, and Abbie widened her lips to accept a shot straight from the bottle. I set my hand over the delicate bones of her jaw and tilted her head back. Her eyes flared as I set the bottle to her lips and dribbled a little of the sweet, smooth liquid into her upturned mouth.
