Drea
“Oh my God! I’m never drinking that much again!”I whined to Kaia as we were closing up the store. I had been repeating the same sentence all day, and I was sure she was getting sick of hearing it.
“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever drunk that much in my life, nor will I plan to in the future. I think I can still smell wine in my hair.” She winced.
The store had been pretty consistent for most of the day, which I was not happy about. I was still massively hungover, and I wanted to sit in a dark room all day instead of pretending I hadn’t been obliterated this past weekend.
It was safe to say it had been a very successful trip. We were a walking Katy Perry song, literally driving to California and getting drunk on the beach. It was good spending some quality time with Fallon and Penelope.
Mackenzie and her bridal party went, too, but they separated after a few hours to do their own thing.
As much as I loved my best friends, the highlight of my weekend was video calling with Blair. That was by far the best solo orgasm I’d ever experienced, and if I wasn’t hooked on her before, I definitely was now. It wasn’t even just about the sex. I wouldn’t care if it never happened again. She was just spectacular in every way, and I was literallyand mentally fucked.
“Are you good to close up, Dre? I have plans with a friend.” Kaia’s words shook me from my euphoric thoughts about Blair. She blushed, and I knew which friend she was going to see.
I chuckled, putting a hand on her arm. “Of course, Kai. Go, have fun, and tell Daisy I said hello.”
She grabbed her bag, pushing a stray hair behind her ear and looking down as she walked past me and headed out of the store with the pinkest blush and the biggest smile on her face.
I had just locked the door when my phone buzzed in my pocket:
Blair: Where are you?
Me: At the store, just closed. I still have a few things to finish up before I leave. Why?
Blair: Don’t leave… I want to see you.
I sent a smiley face emoji, one that matched the one on my stupidly giddy face, and put my phone away.
I was just finishing up at the counter when a knock caused me to jump. I opened the door and smiled at an adorable Blair. “Hello, welcome to Open Book. Please, come in.” I grinned and kissed her before turning to lock the door.
“Hi.” She greeted me with a playful smile.
“I’m almost done, and then we can go,” I said as I headed to the counter. “I just need to file these receipts away and finish up a few things.”
She didn’t speak until we were in my office. “That sounds good, but…” I turned around, and she had already taken off her coat. I swallowed.
She was wearing a bright smile andthe thinnest green babydoll dress I had ever seen. It left her tits out perfectly for my perusal, and I groaned when my gaze traveled down and I could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I had another idea,” she teased and I dropped the papers on the floor. This was going to be the perfect ending for my day, but the thought of her outside this room dressed like that had me feeling a possessiveness over her I didn’t have a right to feel. I wanted to be the only one who could see her in, and out, of an outfit like that.
“I…” I was speechless. I was convinced if this was how she would’ve shown up to our first meeting, our rivalry would’ve never started.
She smirked. “If you’re busy, I can go?—”
I cut the distance between us in two long strides and grabbed her by the waist. Tilting her chin up, I kissed her before I whispered, “You’re not going anywhere.”
I was starving for her. After we’d been apart for so long, my need for her had only grown. I needed to feel her skin on mine. I needed to hear her voice, her laugh, in my ears. I needed to see her, all of her. I just needed to be in her orbit… always.
The kiss sent shivers down my whole body, and I tangled my hands in her hair, slightly pulling back to gain access to her neck. She moaned when I licked and started sucking her collarbone.
I didn’t protest when she lifted my shirt, and she gaped at me when she saw I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“God, you’re perfect.” She groaned.
I hissed when she took an already hard nipple into her mouth. “Fuck, your tongue is incredible.”
She brought her mouth back to meet mine, and I gently caressed the side of her face, making the moment more intimate.
