I want that too. So much. He jerks my body closer to the edge, making me squeal before his eyes drop to my exposed center.
“Tell me you want that, Evie.”
I’m unable to speak, but my eyes are fixed on him as I nod and watch him kneel down in front of me. It’s slow and sexy as hell as he looks up at me with reverence.
This is a man.
My hand cradles his face as he licks the pad of his thumb and brings it to the strip of hair on my pussy, parting me as he drags over my clit.
I shiver and throb in all the right places.
But my eyes never leave his. Even when he brings his finger back to his mouth, licking it clean.
Fuck.
“Baby.” The way he says it makes my elbow buckle. “I’m about to make a fucking meal out of you.”
I sigh, deluged by the memory of my dream. But almost as a reminder that I’m around people and not asleep, a voice slaps me directly back into present time.
“Should his tongue be longer?”
“Huh?” I look up, blinking behind my magnifying glasses, too shocked to look innocent.
Dammit.This is conservatively the four hundredth time since this morning I’ve thought about him.You suck, Chase.It’s not even a reach to blame him because he’s the one who’s been leaving me mind-blowing bowls of pasta in the fridge. And pasta equals sex dreams. I don’t make the rules.
And that also means he cooks while I sleep, whichalso meanshe still isn’t holding his breath waiting for my text like he was told.
He’s had days, specifically Tuesday through Friday, to get it right. Is it so hard for men to listen?
Worse, though, they’ve all had notes on them that sayEat Me.
I hate to admit it: I think it’s clever, only because, considering who we are, that could be interpreted in a host of different ways. I can almost hear him laughing to himself as he writes them. So obnoxious.
“I said the tongue is too short,” one of the Double D’s offers again.
Double D’s stands for Devin and Derek, my two very young (nineteen and twenty respectively), adorable, dipshit shadows, who are also the sons of my boss’s boss. And since they’re attending film school, I’ve been made a mentor of sorts.
I honestly don’t mind having them around. First off, they revere my talent, as they should, which means I’m treated like a special-effects celebrity. Secondly, more men should benefit from the opportunity of having a woman in charge; that way, they’ll stop being so sassy and emotional.
It’s a win for feminism.
Derek crosses his arms with a sly grin. “All I’m saying is that vampires are like the Girthmaster of the paranormal. The tongue should be a statement. You know?”
Devin cuts in. “Exactly. Like a fallacy symbol.”
I scrunch my nose, pushing my glasses onto my head.
“You mean phallic ...” Derek starts to rebut, but I shake my head.
“Nope, that was a statement, not a question, little buddy. And we’re not shooting porn, ya weirdos. It’s already at a realistic and respectable length. PS, what kind of porn are you two watching ... Girthmaster? Really?”
“We’re in film school?” they say at the same time with brazen sincerity, and it makes me laugh.
I start to make a joke, but my phone dings from across the room, making them look at me expectantly, so I jut my chin toward it.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
My two little golden retrievers run to my phone, Devin speaking before Derek can.
