Page 513 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

I tip my head back,

and he kisses my throat.

“Drew—” I whimper, and he hums right there on my pulse. “I wear your hoodie and socks while you’re at work.”

His lips break into a smile on my skin.

“I keep hand sanitizer in my pocket in case you need me,” he whispers. “With one of your hair ties wrapped around the bottle.”

“I named the plant Andison,” I admit. “For Andrew and Allison.”

His lips slide up my throat. “I think that’s fuckin’ adorable.”

I keep going, “And I bought a bottle of your cologne to spray my pillow.”

His mouth hits my ear when he murmurs, “I suck on my fingers hours after they been inside you like a sick fuck.”

A half-bitten moan drips off my lips. “Oh, God—you are fuckin’ obsessed with me.”

He laughs,

pressing his temple against mine,

his finger drawing circles over my clit.

“Baby, you have no fuckin’ idea.”

I grip him tight,

stroking up slow, and he groans once,

choking back another that still rips through his stare. One more slip of my wrist and he’s done.

I pull him close, press my mouth to his ear. “I’ve been wanting to rip that chain off you since the hot tub.”

“Allison,” he pants. “I been waitin’ for someone to give a shit enough to rip it off my neck.”

My squeeze pauses around his thick head. “Then why did you ask for a break?”

His teeth clench.

“‘Cause you scare the fuck outta me.”

I stroke his cock in tight pumps,

and his head tips back,

throat tight with a ragged moan,

body locking up in stages.

First his thighs,

his hips,

his jaw.

His breath cuts behind his teeth,