“I’m going to come,” I warned when I couldn’t hold out any longer.
And though I expected AJ to pull off she responded by looking up at me, continuing her wet stroke on my cock, and watching with glimmering eyes as I emptied in her mouth, spilling hot cum all over her tongue and watching in a trance as she swallowed each burst like she wanted more.
Holy… fuck.
I was still recovering, delirious as I watched AJ lick her lips and zip me back up with a satisfied little smile. But as soon as she got up, I hauled her onto the sofa, pinning her on her back and pushing up her skirt.
But I’d barely gotten to kiss her pussy over her soaked thong before she was giggling—Christ, that sound—and squirming out of my grasp.
“You have dinner with Engelman in an hour and you need to go home to change first,” she said, back on her feet and smoothing her dress down at the sides.
“Fuck dinner.”
“He’s your boss,” she smirked.
“I’d rather eat your pussy all night,” I said, so dead serious that I could see arousal glowing in her eyes, making her bite her lip for a second before she shook her head, wearing a little smile.
“Get up, Maxwell. I’m kicking you out.”
I was reluctant to move but she wound up getting me up by lifting her dress, wiggling out of her thong and leading me to the door with her naked pussy. But instead of letting me lick it like I’d hoped, she slipped her panties in my pocket and slid her hand up my chest. “Souvenir for you,” she murmured with a crooked little grin. “Thanks for everything. Enjoy your dinner tonight.”
Then as promised, she kicked me out.
17
AJ
I’d tossed and turned last night, unable to sleep till past 4AM, which wasn’t all that surprising. Given the rather eventful night I’d had, it was surprising that I slept at all.
But luckily, I did, and when I woke up at 10:15, I was already biting back a grin, smiling to myself before I even opened my eyes.
Unlike my past few mornings after Adam-related incidents, I felt… pretty damned good. And content.
It was surprising, and a little strange, but a part of me was relieved to have no regrets whatsoever.
If there was any at all, it was just the fact that I slept in so late, because after twenty or so minutes of just lying lazily in bed, I popped up and hissed, “Crap!” because I totally forgot about brunch.
It was Sunday, my usual day for boozy afternoon catch-ups with Georgia and Emily, the latter of whom I shot a quick text to before I bolted into the bathroom to take the world’s quickest shower.
ME: No need to pick me up. I just woke up. So sorry. Order the usual and start eating with Georgia I’ll be there ASAP
By the time I got out of the shower, I checked my phone expecting to see a text from Emily. But instead, it was Georgia.
GEORGIA: Lol she thinks you’re sleeping in because you’re depressed over how lonely you are and that we need to stage an intervention or take you on a girls trip ASAP
ME: Oh God no
I snorted despite feeling pretty damned guilty about my sister’s worry.
While Georgia was completely caught up on my Adam escapades, having been the person I was texting till 2AM, my sister was still in the dark.
About everything.
The last time I spoke to her about Adam was when I texted her at the Engelman gala in Palm Beach, and I wound up just telling her that I got way too drunk with some female coworkers who were egging me on about my hot boss, and the “tell me I can’t sleep with my boss” text was just the result of being hammered while dealing with some pretty raw post-breakup emotions.
She bought it, and I never updated her about, well, full-on sleeping with Adam, because I knew what her reaction would be. It would be all the horror and disappointment in the world, and maybe even a little panic on my behalf. The plan had been to just not tell her anything forever, until the end of time, because I’d very much planned on snuffing out whatever weird feelings I was having for Adam. I mean they’ll be gone in no time, so why bother? I kept telling myself.
Yeah…