“No regrets here.” I lick her neck and stroke up her legs again, my thumbs dipping into her inner thighs, close to her pussy.
And I officially hate her pants.
Loathe them.
If it were up to me, she’d never wear pants again.
Except baseball pants.
She’s fucking hot in baseball pants.
I wonder if she took home any of the see-through pants from that uniform snafu. If she’d model them for me.
Without underwear.
And my dick just grew an inch.
She rakes her fingers down my chest. “Why do you feel so good?”
“Becausewe’regood.”
“Dammit, Duncan.”
“So fucking good, Addie. Only gets better.”
“I know.”
“I want you naked. I want you naked and exposed and I want to lick every inch of your body. I want to eat your pussy until you come so hard you can’t remember your own name. I want to fuck you into blissful oblivion until you see stars. The next time I’m in the shower with you, I want to take you against the wall and then wash you clean and then do it all over again.”
“Oh, god, Duncan.” She’s jerking hard against my cock, her breath getting shallower, her head thrown back, exposing her neck for me to lick just above her collar.
Fucking collar.
I hate all of her clothes.
I want to see her breasts.
I want?—
The world shudders around me and sunshine erupts, blinding me, while somethingwhooshes nearby.
“Oh, god, I’m coming,” she pants. “Duncan, I’m?—”
“Afternoon, ma—ah, hi,” a voice says.
Addie shrieks.
I grab her and hold her head in the crook of my neck while I gape at the sight before me.
I’m not seeing blinding sunshine because I’m coming too.
I’m seeing blinding sunshine because the elevator doors are open and there are six firefighters gaping at us.
Six fucking firefighters.
“Holy shit, you’re Duncan Lavoie,” one of them says.
Fuuuuuuuck. “Nope,” I say.
