Page 536 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Gemma laughs, embarrassed.

“I was just⁠—”

Andrew tsks. “Gettin’ a little too close.”

I bite down on my smile to kill it, turning my back to them, and step deeper into the shadowed corner, hiding my stupid smile feels, not used to being this happy.

Andrew Harding, the reason for all of it.

And I want to show him… shock him a little. So I slip my hand under my dress,then under the hem of my panties, dragging two fingers through my slit, my oversized wool coat hiding me.

Ten seconds later, Andrew’s still leaning back, thighs spread. I break away from the edge of the roof and walk toward him, the taste of my own slick waiting for him on my tongue, the heat of it hitting my blood.

The second he sees me, his conversation with Linc dies mid-sentence. As I get closer and closer, his heavy-lidded gaze follows,

starting at my thighs,

tracing the silhouette of my dress,

until I’m standing over him,

Gemma still right beside him.

He looks up at me through his lashes.

And I lean over,

hook my fingers under his jaw,

and take his mouth.

The moment my tongue drags across his, and he tastes my pussy—the mild sugary glaze, the heated, clean sweetness—his expression fractures, brows snapping together in shock.

A dark groan tears out of his throat, and his hand flies to the back of my head to kiss me deeper.

I give him three more seconds

before I’m slipping out from his hold,

inching away with a dirty little smirk.

“Shit.” A raspy laugh catches in his mouth. “Nah. C’mere.”

I shake my head, backing away slow.

He’s breathless.

“Okay, that’s what we’re doin’?”

I turn and hurry across the catwalk, no plan at all but to presumably die, my eyes locked on the half-renovated building ahead.

“You evil fuckin’ woman,” he laughs,

his voice right at my spine as he follows.

“Oh, now you’re brave?”

Inside the building, I pause at the stairs,