“Adora.”
“Hmm.”
“Let’s go to bed.”
“Can’t move.”
I hear her chuckle before she picks up my hand and slides it to her breast. “Adora, I’m not finished yet. Let’s go to bed.”
“Okay,” I say breathily. I’m still palming her breast, and as I stand, I lean forward and bite it. She squeals, and I pull away.
“Do the other,” she commands. And I do before I grab both of them and push them together, sucking on each one. “Fuck, are we going to make it to the bedroom?”
“I hope not,” I tell her, pushing her back until we’re on the floor.
We never make it to the bed or even the bedroom.
ELEVEN
JOEY
“Is she?” Sailor asks.
Chanel chuckles from where she sits, nodding her head. Sailor takes it off speaker and picks the phone up.
“No, put it back.” I snatch it from her and place it to my ear.
“So I guess you should pick all the wedding things. Or are you happy for me to do it?” Sailor asks me, but I’m too transfixed listening to my future wife get fucked.
Literally.
She moans loudly.
And my dick hardens.
“Joey,” Sailor says, but I ignore her. “Are you both seeing other people? I mean… to each their own, but are you seeing anyone?”
“I am,” I snap.
It’s a damn lie.
I haven’t been with anyone since I saw Adora in the bookstore with a woman between her legs.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure. Are you okay?”
I walk away from her not replying and taking her phone with me as I go. Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, I shut the door and place the phone on speaker again as I sit down on the sink.
Her moans grow louder, and she says something, but it’s muffled.
“Adora,” I call out, hoping she’ll hear me.
But she doesn’t by the sounds she’s making.
“Fucking hell.” My cock strains in my trousers, so I undo them and pull it out. I stroke myself as I listen to her—the way she sounds is enchanting.
I wish it were me who was making her sound like that.
Making her scream my fucking name.