Not eating her out, even though that’s a very close second.
Not my fist in her hair while she brought me to climax faster than ever before.
Simply this, her happiness while her bare body is pressed against my own. Her laughter filling one of the darkest nights I have ever lived through.
If this is what control gets me, if this is what keeping her safe looks like, I’ll never give it up.
Because even though this taut line between us has only begun, I’m addicted. And I have no intention of ever coming up for air.
Period.
Long, lithe legs are draped over mine. Dark wavy hair moves in a blur as London shoots forward on the sofa and the popcorn tumbles from her lap, spilling over the floor. “Oh, come on!”
She grabs at the rogue puffed kernels and tosses them back into the bowl. “Ah shit, sorry, three second rule, yeah?”
The bad guy got away again. Apparently. I’m more interested in the girl in my lap than the bad guy the cops are chasing on the screen.To each their own.
Petal slinks for the mat, sniffing the remnants of the spillage as I shake my head at her. “No girl, not for dogs.”
London twists on her seat, a smile stretching around her mouthful of popcorn as she alternates her gaze between me and the pup. “Look at you, a doggy daddy already.”
She dots a kiss to my temple, and the thrill it gives me ought to be illegal. If I’d known that’s all it took...
The door rattles under a heavy knock, and I glance at my watch.
Right on time.
“Baby, you’re going to have to hop off me so I can answer the door,” I say softly, nudging her neck with my nose.
She whines, letting her head fall back onto my shoulder. “But I don’t wanna.”
Gripping her hips, I pick her up off my lap and place her on the sofa.
Standing, I brush the popcorn off as I chuckle.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, sir,” London says with a sassy little grin.
Christ, woman, we have company.
Petal stands and shakes, ready to greet our guests.
I open the door to a pouty pretty face under blonde hair as red manicured nails thrum over her elbow.
“Took long enough.” Carlie narrows her eyes at me.
I fold her into a hug, and she loosens up before huffing a soft laugh.
Laws raises a brow as his gaze snags behind me.
I turn back to find London tidying up, frazzled even though I left her calm and happy.
“Babe, don’t, it’s fine,” I say.
She stops, mid-sofa sweep, and slides both hands behind her back.
Okay, so I guess officially meeting my friends is kind of a big deal since they’re practically my family.
In every way that counts.
