“Yeah, but don’t judge too harshly. When I was younger, I thought having abs was a personality trait and you were supposed to collect toxic relationships like Pokémon cards.”
The whole table laughs, and Jared squeezes my hand.
And I suddenly realize it doesn’t matter that I’ll never again be the prettiest person at any party. I’m currently sitting at a table with people who actually seem to like me, who laugh at my jokes, include me in conversations, and don’t treat me like an accessory.
And that’s worth more than all the perfect cheekbones in the world.
I guessI should have anticipated how much of an aphrodisiac effect my purple suit would have on Jared. After all, just seeing me trying it on the other night had led to spectacular sex.
Now, he’s spent the whole evening with me in this ridiculous masterpiece, his hand constantly finding excuses to touch the velvet. I can practically feel the tension radiating off him in the Uber as we head home.
And we’re barely in the door of my apartment before he’s on me, pressing me back against the wall.
He kisses me ferociously, and I kiss him back the same way.
His hand finds my jacket as he removes it from me. Then he’s ripping his mouth away from mine so he can walk the few steps to place my jacket over the back of one of the breakfast bar stools.
“Is this a good enough temporary location for your jacket?”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Now get back here before I combust.”
He laughs and comes back over to where I’m stripping off my suit pants, removing some goodies from the pockets that I hold up triumphantly.
“Look what I’ve got.”
His eyes widen. “You had lube and condoms in your pocket?”
“I had an idea of tempting you to the restroom for a quickie, but I didn’t factor in how many of your colleagues wanted to buy you congratulatory drinks.”
“Damn, you’re telling me I spent the whole night trying to resist you in that suit, and that was actually an option?”
“You get to have me now,” I say simply.
His eyes burn hot enough to set off the smoke alarm.
He kisses me again, and there’s absolutely no teasing in it like there sometimes is. This is just pure want.
It’s passionate and intense and turns my brain into static.
And then we shed the rest of our clothes like we’re allergic to fabric.
Jared’s touching me all over, his fingers trailing down my sides with reverence while his mouth presses hot kisses to my collarbone.
My own hands are roaming over his pecs, down to his waist, following the trail of hair I’m slightly obsessed with. I feel him shiver under my touch.
I force myself to stop touching him so I can reach for the lube.
“Here?” Jared asks.
“Why not? About time we added kitchen sex to our repertoire,” I say as I turn around, lean against the counter, and offer my ass in what I’m hoping is an enticing display.
I’m not quite prepared for the ferocity with which Jared rips down my boxers then drops to his knees to worship my ass.
Oh my god. The sensation of his tongue flickering at my entrance is more than I can handle. My legs are already shaking,threatening to give out entirely as he works me open with his tongue, alternating between broad strokes that make me gasp and pointed precision.
The scratch of his stubble against sensitive skin, the wet heat of his mouth, the way he moans against me like this is getting him off too—it’s all too much
I slump forward, just focusing on the pure bliss as Jared makes me forget everything except the overwhelming feeling of being wanted, worshipped, his. My hands grip the counter as waves of sensation wash over me, and all I can think is how did I get this lucky, how did I get him, how is this my actual life now?
