He chuckles and does as I say. I lift my foot, and his mouth makes contact with the inside of my ankle, kissing it.
“Perfume,” he says with a knowing smirk.
“Your mouth shouldn’t be talking,darling. It should be moving between my legs, wouldn’t you say?”
Joey’s hand reaches out and captures my ass, pulling me forward until his mouth lands between my legs, and he starts to kiss me softly, languidly. Licking between my folds but never quite touching the right spot, just to tease me.
I grip his hair when his tongue flicks where I want him and push his face against me. He chuckles but does as I request of him, causing a long, low moan to leave my chest. His mouth is as good as I remember. He licks, nibbles, and plays with me until he inserts a finger, then another. Soon, I’m not sure if my legs can hold me up a second longer. As soon as I feel the orgasm building, I let go of his hair and find my breast, squeezing the nipple hard.
His other hand that was on my ass slides between my cheeks and pushes in. Two fingers in each hole and a mouth that knows how to please.
A scream rips from me, and before I can collapse, Joey catches me. I try to calm my breath in his arms, still shaking from my release. Then, when I feel steady enough, I push off of him. Looking around, I see his shirt and reach for it, sliding it over my shoulders and then slipping on my panties. All the while, his stare penetrates the back of me.
“Adora.”
I ignore him, buttoning up his shirt and running my hand down my hair to fix it. Walking to the door, I grab the handle. When he comes up behind me, his cock is still hard and presses into my back.
“Darling.” Shivers rack my body at that word. Oh, how I begged to hear him call me that, exactly like that, for the last month.
“Go and fuck your blonde, Joey.” I pull the door open and walk down the stairs.
Lucas and the blonde are waiting when I reach the bottom step. “He’s all yours.” I turn back around to see him with a towel around his waist and a look of anger written all over his face.
I may pay for that.
But it sure as shit was fun to do.
“Um… you can’t go to Ms. Rossi’s like that,” Lucas says as we get to the car.
“Just drive. I’ll change.”
“Fucking hell. How am I meant to explain to Chanel you were naked in my back seat?”
“I’m not naked.”
“You better not be. I want to get laid too, you know.”
I pull on a pair of jean shorts and keep Joey’s shirt, tying it up at my waist. But when I look through the back window, I see no sign of him.
I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.
FOURTEEN
JOEY
“Who was that?” Simone asks as I shut the door. Fendi comes running up to me, and I pick her up. She looks at the dog. “And when did you get a dog?”
“That was my wife,” I tell her.
“You have a wife?” she balks. “Oh my God, why did you not tell me?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“I don’t fuck with married men, Joey.”
“We aren’t fucking,” I remind her.
Her hands fly up in the air. “So why am I here?”