Page 93 of Now Their Starlet

“The right answer is ‘yes, Eli.’”

“That just makes me want to say no,” she giggles.

Everett beckons her forward next, guiding her, so she’s perched on his knee.

“H—hi,” she breathes out, her perfume sweetening when it mixes with his intense hazelnut whiskey scent.

“Hello,” Everett practically purrs. “We’ll wait for as long as you need, Honey. Though...”

He reaches out and cups her cheek, his thumb brushing the underside of her jaw.

“Though?”

“I’ve been desperate to taste those pretty lips of yours,” he growls, his voice low. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, you better say something now.”

She clamps her mouth shut, her eyes sparkling as she leans forward.

“Good girl,” Everett breathes before shifting his hold on her so his hand is tangling in the back of her hair, tugging gently.

It’s obvious Andi really likes whatever he’s doing based on the moan that Everett quickly swallows.

“Fuck, they’re so hot,” Beck mumbles, his burnt caramel perfume making the air even sweeter.

Everett’s free hand comes up and rests loosely along her jaw, not quite around her neck, but close enough that it’s a test.

While I don’t know the exact specifics of Everett’s bedroom preferences, I don’t exactly need to be a genius to guess that the dominance and control the man naturally exudes, probably extends to the bedroom. It seems that with Andi in the mix, we’ll get a front-row seat to the types of pleasure Everett enjoys.

While my personal preferences revolve around giving as much as my partner can take—and maybe a little more, if I think they can handle it—I can’t say I’ll complain about having the opportunity to watch Andi fall apart under Everett’s ministrations sometime in the future.

Based on the way she’s practically melting into his touch, I have a feeling she’ll be very interested in what Everett has to offer.

“Wow,” she breathes when he finally breaks the kiss. “I—I hope I didn’t taste like shrimp.”

“You tasted like you,” Everett murmurs. “That is to say, you taste perfect, Honey. Now, Beck looks like he’s ready to explode in those slacks of his.”

“Hey!” Beck huffs, not-so-subtly adjusting himself in his pants.

Andi stands from Everett’s lap with a giggle, turning her attention to Cameron.

While his skin is too dark to carry the same blush that’s on Andi’s cheeks, the two of them have the same wide-eyed expressions.

“No need to worry about me,” Cameron murmurs softly as Andi makes her way to him.

“What do you mean?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Don’t—don’t get me wrong,” he says, clearing his throat. “I—you’re stunning, Sweet Tea. But... I don’t want a consolation kiss. You’ve known me for less time than the others, so it makes sense that we’d take things slower.”

“Are you—are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he says, offering her a reassuring smile. “Kiss me when you can’t help it.”

“What, ‘cause you’re so irresistible?”

“I mean, I wasn’t going to say that, but I’ll take the compliment.”

The two of them share a smile before she wraps her arms—and the fuzzy blanket still hanging off her frame—around his shoulders in a hug.

His hands come up to tentatively wrap around her waist.