Page 46 of Verdict

The sounds she made, how my name sounded on her lips—it was mind-altering. Addictive.

She was addictive.

I worked her slowly, deliberately, before dropping to my knees and dragging my tongue up her center. Dipping it inside once I reached her ass. She got louder, her breathing heavier. She pushed her hips back in desperation causing my tongue to go deeper.

I briefly pulled away. “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” I warned before dropping my head back down to suck her clit into my mouth. Her legs shook on a loud cry. “Or don’t. Might as well let our neighbors know who’s making you come apart.”

I took my time. Drew it out until I felt her pussy pulse around my tongue, until she was right there—

Then I pulled back again.

Her head whipped around. “What the fuck, Cohen?”

I smirked. I loved to piss her off. “Oh, did you want to come?”

She scoffed and shoved her ass back toward me. “Let’s fucking go, Jordan.”

I stood, shoved my joggers and briefs down in one motion, laughter low and dangerous. One hand gripped her hip, the other twisted into her hair, pulling her head back toward me. “Don’t be a brat, Trouble,” I murmured against her ear. “You’ll come when I want you to.”

Then I thrust into her without warning.

She cried out, arching back, meeting me just as forcefully. I grabbed both her hips, setting the pace, taking everything she gave me. She wanted it just as badly—moving with me, pushing back, demanding more.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so good. Like you were made for me.”

Shit, did I just say that last part out loud?

Her grip on the railing tightened, knuckles white. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped—pulling me back into the moment with her.

I reached around, fingers finding her clit as I drove into her faster. Harder. She shattered, screaming my name into the night. Her pussy clenched like a vice around my cock, dragging me right over with her.

I held her as we came down together, both of us breathless.

When she turned to face me, she cupped my jaw, searching my eyes for a split second before pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. I pulled her closer, deepened it—slow, unhurried, like time didn’t exist.

Ava broke the kiss first. “You still want to watch that movie?” she asked lightly, as if she hadn't just rocked my fucking world.

I huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Sure.”

After cleaning up and pulling our clothes back on, we settled next to each other on the couch. Ellie was still sound asleep, thankfully. Ava grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options before landing on The Town.

It was my favorite movie. But she didn't know that.

It was late, the apartment dim except for the glow of the TV. About twenty minutes in, she shifted closer, then lay her head in my lap like it was something she usually did. I barely thought about it before my hand found her hair, fingers brushing through the soft strands. She sighed quietly and melted into me.

I kept stroking her hair, soft and slow, the way I did when Ellie was fighting sleep. Ava’s breathing evened out not long after, deep and steady. She was out. I should have moved. Shifted. Done something.

Instead, I stayed exactly where I was.

The apartment was quiet in a way mine never felt. Comfortable. Like a home. I looked down at her—at the way she fit, like she belonged there—and felt something twist low in my gut.

I didn’t usually think like this. Didn’t let my mind wander down paths that didn’t have exits.

But it kept happening anyway.

Ellie in between us. Ava’s hand finding mine without thinking. Her laugh filling space that usually stayed empty. Nights like this, quiet and unguarded. All of these small moments stretching into something that didn’t feel temporary.

The thought didn’t scare me at first; that was what unsettled me most.