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She tips my chin up and, in a gooey voice, says, “Anything for my pickle.”
Okay, but honestly her boyfriend is better than me, because I could not deal with my man having a girl bestfriend like this
I scrub my hand down my face just as a light tapping comes from the other side of the wall. And just like that, a smile spreads across my face. Reaching up to the wall, I rap my knuckle four times. Like clockwork, she knocks three. Four knocks for four letters in love. Three knocks for three letters in you.
I know Brian must be SIIICK
“That’s really kind of you, Mother,” Brian says. I almost didn’t hear him from how far up his mother’s ass he is.
Gah. I hate a mama's boy
Brian is not going to stand up for us because he’s still suckling at the teat of approval,
“Want me to grab plates?” I ask. “Yeah, it would be nice if you made yourself useful.” “Just a simple yes would suffice,” I reply
JP is so sassy
Luckily, I don’t have to debate it too long because she lowers my arm around her stomach and scoots in closer so her body is plastered against mine. Right up against me. Back to chest. Butt to . . . *gulp* crotch. Sweet Jesus, man . . . do not get a goddamn boner. Penis, do you hear me? This is not a moment to defy me. Be a good fucking listener.
Think of flaccid things. FLACCID. Flaccid, floppy, dangly, pendulous . . . limp. There you go.
“He thinks his mom is going to be really mad.” Who the fuck cares? Is he still attached by his umbilical cord, or what?
He is
“Hey,” Breaker says with a wave of his hands, causing all three sets of eyes to land on us. “Brought Lia with me because, frankly, she invited herself.” I pinch his side, causing him to laugh. I whisper, “Because of that, game on.” I address everyone and say, “Breaker said the Bloody Marys are mediocre.” “Oh, you bitch,” he whispers, causing me to laugh.
“What?” JP asks. “My Bloody Marys are not mediocre.” “You have no idea what you just did,” Breaker mutters. “I have an inkling,” I answer as JP sets his plate down, grabs Breaker, and takes him over to the drinks, where he runs through every step of making the perfect Bloody Mary.
“You want to suck me off?” he yells. He sits down on the couch and leans back. “Fine, Lia. Suck me off.”
Okay, but why was this kind of hot? I despise Brian, but if this was Breaker... Do I have a problem?
“Lia, enough,” Brian says. “That is a completely inappropriate way to talk to my mother.” “But she can act like I’m a second-class citizen, and you have no problem with that? Don’t you see the issue here, Brian?” I do. *mentally raises hand* I see it bright as day.
Me too
Brian’s eyes flit to his mom and then back at Lia. “Mother is right. I think we all need to take a deep breath.” “I don’t need a deep breath,” Lia says. “I have never in my life seen anything more clearly.” She stands from the table and pulls her engagement ring off her ring finger and places it on the table. Another expertly placed gasp by The Beave echoes through the bakery. I want to slow clap, encourage this valiant behavior because, God Almighty, seeing Lia fired up like this makes my goddamn nipples hard.
YES
I’m so proud of you.” “You are?” Her lip trembles, and I can see that the adrenaline is starting to wear off. “Yes, Lia. That was so fucking amazing and well-deserved. Jesus, my nipples got hard in there listening to you.” That makes her smile. “Hard nipples, really?” I thrust my chest out at her, and with her non-cake-filled hand, she runs her fingers over the hardened nub. “It is hard.”
As I head toward the door to the conference room, Huxley calls out, “Fuck her.”
Gosh he's so hot
Fuck her. Fuck her hard. Fuck her good.”
Is it hot in here?
With a plate in each hand, he walks over to the table and sets it down in front of me. He grips the back of my neck and says, “Need anything else?”
He's so hot
“Should I say it now?” They all nod. On a shaky breath, I text him back. Lia: I’ll be there . . . I really want to sit on your face. I squeeze my eyes shut and press send.
Breaker: Good. Your cunt is mine tonight. I’m famished.
“What did you slip into his hand?” I ask. “One thousand dollars,” Breaker answers casually. “One thousand dollars? Oh my God, Breaker.” He chuckles. “What? He did a good job.”
This time, I kiss her deeply. I stretch my tongue farther into her mouth, and she matches the depth. Our colliding mouths send a rippling sensation up the backs of my legs that forces me to move my hips. “I’m . . . I’m sorry,” I say against her mouth. “I need release.” “Me too,” she says as she shifts her pelvis. “Fuck, Ophelia, don’t move.” I pin my hand against her hip. “You’ll make me come.”
She smirks and then moves her pelvis again. My eyes fall to hers. “I’m fucking serious. You’re so tight. I’m like seconds from coming.” “Then come,” she says as her legs wrap around mine, bringing me even deeper. “Shit,” I mutter
