Squeeze me harder, I reply.
He does, and I try to disguise my jagged breath.
It’s taking everything in me not to drag you into a bathroom stall and hold my hand over your mouth while I fuck you.
Romantic,I tease.
You bring it out of me.
Whenever I look at you, I have to think of disgusting things just to keep my mind from wandering to the noises you make for me. And that little face scrunch when you're coming on my tongue.
I gulp, the fluttering nerves moving out to my extremities.
Sounds terrible,I force myself to text.
Excruciating, he says.I feel the urge to punish you for it.
Touching me like this is definitely a start, I say as a sharp ache moves from my fluttering abdomen to between my legs.
I can’t stop thinking about your taste, he replies, and I wonder if he can feel the goosebumps rise on my skin beneath his fingers.
I should have found the time to fuck you over the edge of that bed before we came out, he continues.Maybe then, I wouldn’t be in such agony over not being able to kiss you right now.
“You liar,” comes Bonnie’s voice.
I flinch at the sound of her, turning my phone face-down on the table faster than I should have, judging by the coy look on her face. Her eyes practically dance with delight as she grins and sits across from me.
“What?” I ask, trying to keep my composure when Maddox pinches my thigh. His hand drifts over my knee, and he pretends to bend over to tie his shoe under the table.
“You said you were single,” Bonnie says, referring to our conversation at the tattoo studio.
“I am,” I reply.
“Really?” She scoffs. “So, what’s this little smile on your face about?”
“What—I’m not smiling,” I say as I cover my mouth.
“I saw it, too,” Maddox says, straightening up. He leans his elbows over the lip of the table and eyes me sideways. “I wonder if your brother knows.”
Asshole.
“There’s no one,” I argue, and I want to smack his stupidly grinning face.
“So, who were you talking to, then?” Bonnie asks.
“My cat-sitter,” I answer. “She sent me an adorable picture of Patches.”
Bonnie’s chin lifts smugly, and she settles back into her seat. “Sure,” she taunts.
“She did,” I argue before opening up my phone and showing Bonnie the photo my sitter had sent me just an hour earlier.
Bonnie raises a poignant brow in response and sips her drink.
“Let me see that,” Maddox says as he takes my phone.
I don’t know what my face is doing when I glance at him.
He’s playing this much cooler than me.
