Page 154 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

I narrow my eyes. “And you know this how?”

“I look it up twice a year.”

“Well, I’m still going to eat there,” I say with a sniff.

When he doesn’t answer, I take a closer look at him. He’s tired, his eyes dark and his lips tilted down. Even exhausted, he’s so handsome my heart catches in my throat. But I know it’s not the plan that’s costing him sleep.

“C’mon,” I say. “Our particular set of skills would be wasted as Dr. and Mrs. Nine-to-Five. You’d be so bored, you’d have the Pluck and Fry shut down inside a month.”

His lips twitch. “It’s true. There’s something in me…” He picks up my hand again, idly playing with my fingers. “It starts singing. And I need those kills to complete the song.”

“My poet.” I grin at him, dopey with love. “And me too. But mine’s more like, I don’t know, drums. This”—I tap the phone screen, where I’ve been visualizing my path back into Timms’s house—“is the only way to make them stop banging.”

“Banging, you say?” A wicked smile crosses his face. Then I’m on my back with my conversation-heart pajama pants stripped off me before I can even squeak.

“Banging,” I confirm breathlessly. “You and me, we’re a whole symphony, baby.”

This time I do squeal when he tugs on the gusset of my panties with his teeth.

“Neither of us is going to think about Lester Timms for the next seven and a half minutes,” he murmurs.

I gasp out a laugh as his breath coasts over my core. “That’s an extremely precise estimate, my love.”

He slides his fingers under the elastic at my hips and slowly peels the red satin down my legs. “Time me.” He nods at my phone, and I fumble for the app to start the clock as he drops his mouth to my clit.

Hugo’s made me come on his tongue plenty since the night I turned up in his bed, but his touch is just as electric as the first time. Tonight, he’s going slow and licking me with slow, gentle strokes. It’s not what I expected. My Golden Retriever boyfriend’s usually a little more energetic when he gets unfettered access to my pussy, but tonight he’s taking his⁠—

I give a little jolt when his tongue starts to move faster, flicking me with urgency before slowing to his original pace. He repeats the sequence of quick flicks followed by slow ones until my hips are rising and falling in rhythm as he spins me up and eases me back down.

A dark “fuuuuuck” coasts across my wet skin when I slide my fingers into his hair, not because I’m pulling it or using it as a guide. It’s simply because I’m touching him. And I’m touching him because I still can’t believe I can. How did I get so⁠—

He breaks rhythm again and firms his tongue, flicking it against my clit in a quick staccato, and now I am pulling his hair. I have no control over it. The sharp sensation drives me to another level after the smooth flat of his tongue, and I buck against him, tugging on those silky strands.

“You’re going to drown me, baby,” he says with a chuckle.

“Y-your fault!” I gasp. “How are you getting me there so fast?”

He pulls back to grin up at me, his face wet, his expression sex-drunk and happy. “You forget, neighbor girl. I’ve been listening to you and your vibrator for six hundred and fifty days. I know your patterns.”

“My…”

He dives back into his work, softening the quick thrusts and gradually ramping up the pressure until he’s tapping my clit with firm jabs of his tongue that have me writhing and panting. He drops back down to that soft pressure again and repeats the build over and over until I’m ready to lose my mind.

Kind of like my goddamn vibrator patterns.

“Hugo! You are not!”

He doesn’t look up this time. “Yes, Rue, I am.”

Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks three times before releasing me. “But here’s what I don’t know because I could only hear you.” Another three strong sucks. “Do you pump your fingers in and out of this pussy while your other hand holds the toy?” Suck suck suck. “Or did you clamp it in place with your thighs and use both hands to play with your nipples?” Suck suck suck. “I’m on the clock here, baby. I need to know.”

His hungry gaze travels up my body, over the diamond points of my nipples to my open mouth and hazy eyes.

“Tell me.” He nips my clit, just a quick sting to shake me out of my stupor.

“N-no fingers.” I shake my head, trying to remember words. “Yes nipples sometimes.”

Suck suck suck. “Then slide your fingers into your mouth and get them nice and wet so you can tug on those nipples while I finger fuck you.”