Angelica’s lips quirked upward, as if she had gotten as much pleasure from that as Hope had. Angelica put her hands on Hope’s knees. She bent down, sliding her tongue against Hope’s cunt, drawing yet another gasp from the intense sensations tearing through her. Angelica hummed, doing it one more time, more slowly.
“I need you to stop,” Hope whispered, still trying to find her voice. “I’m not sure I can take any more.”
Laughing, Angelica pressed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean before she leaned over and pressed their lips together. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and tinged with the flavor of Hope’s juices. She tangled her fingers in Angelica’s hair, holding onto her tightly. Hope didn’t want to let go. Not after that.
Angelica slowed the embrace and put their foreheads together. “Time to get dressed, Hope.”
Hope whined.
“You’ve got a meeting in eight minutes.”
“No, you do,” Hope countered.
“No,” Angelica said, her tone teasing. “We do.”
“I don’t think I can walk after that.”
Laughing, Angelica pulled away and stood up. She stared down at Hope still naked on the bed as she started to fix her blouse and put it back into place. “You’ll need to figure it out.”
“Fuck, Angel… Why didn’t you tell me I had to be at this meeting?”
“I assume you’re grown up enough to track your own schedule.” Angelica’s cheeks were still tinged red from arousal. “Besides, you would have told me no to that.”
Hope snorted. “And people say I’m the impulsive one.”
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
“Good, you’re here,” Rex said as he nodded toward one of the empty chairs.
Angelica couldn’t wipe the smile from her lips as she sat down at the large conference table with her iPad in front of her. While it’d only been thirty minutes, it had been worth every damn second. And she could still taste Hope on her lips if she focused long enough.
“Any clue where Hope is?” Rex asked, looking directly at her.
Angelica paused, her cheeks burning and her heart racing. She really needed to figure out how to tame that. Pursing her lips, she refused to look Rex in the eye as she answered, “I think she said she’d be along soon. I do know that she arrived about an hour ago.”
Rex grumbled something, and Angelica finally flicked her gaze upward to look at his face. He had deep lines around his eyes and mouth, and he looked more gaunt than when they’d first met all those years ago. Would he be bothered by a rekindling of their relationship? Would it spin production out of control again?
Angelica took her electronic pen and held it loosely between her fingers. Nothing was uncomplicated about a relationshipbetween her and Hope. They’d just have to figure out as much as they could before the story about the two of them got out. That way they’d know what to say and what to do next.
“Evening.” Josef’s voice was a shock of cold water to Angelica’s system.
Everything was so much easier when he wasn’t around, and she’d hoped he’d just jet off back to Los Angeles and be done with her and this show already. But that was never her luck. She always had to fight harder than everyone else to get the things she wanted.
“We’re just waiting on Hope,” Rex said, not looking at Josef.
Cadence flicked her gaze between Angelica and Rex and Josef, her lips sealed shut, which was so unlike her. But Angelica had noticed that often when Josef was around Cadence was quiet as a mouse. Perhaps she should ask about that sometime, when they had the time.
“You already know what I’m going to tell you,” Josef started, tapping his fingers on the table. “We need drama, tension, as much of it as possible. Vermont was a dud.”
A dud?
Angelica nearly gagged at that phrase. Vermont had been riddled with tension, but without Leanne here this week to be Josef’s new manipulated plaything, he’d have to make up more lies to fill the drama void he insisted on.
“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Rex said, staring directly at Angelica.
Well, at least he was standing up for them. Angelica just didn’t have the energy for it any longer. She was tired of arguing with Josef and of trying to get him to see the error of his ways.
