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Well.
That’s fucking hot.
He reaches toward the nightstand, finds my glasses, and slides them carefully back onto my face.
The world snaps into focus.
So does Sumner.
His mouth and chin are slick, his cheeks are flushed from where my thighs were rubbing against his skin, and he looks entirely too pleased with himself.
Then he drags his tongue slowly across his bottom lip like he needs one more taste of me.
My pussy gives a last tired little throb. “Ugh, that’s unfair.”
His grin comes back. “What?”
“You know what you’re doing.”
“I also know you like it.”
Unfortunately, I like it so much I’m considering canceling dinner and climbing right back on. Then I remember where we’re supposed to be and groan, dropping my head back against the pillows.
“We’re so fucking late.”
Sumner stretches out beside me like he doesn’t have a single regret. “Worth it.”
I turn my head to look at him. “Your dads are going to take one look at us and know.”
He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, completely unconcerned. “They traumatized me all the time as a kid with their PDA. They can deal.”
“That’s not the point.”
His eyebrows lift. “Pretty sure it is.”
I shove at his chest, laughing now, and he catches my hand before I can pull it back. Instead of letting go, he brings my palm to his mouth and presses a kiss into the center of it.
Then he swings his legs over the side of the bed and reaches for his jeans.
I grab his arm. “Oh, hell no.”
He looks back at me. “What?”
I gesture at him. “You have me all over your face and you all over your stomach. You’re not putting clothes on and calling it good.”
His mouth twitches. “I can wash up.”
“You can. With soap. In the shower.”
“They’re not going to inspect me.”
“If either of your dads gets close enough to figure out what we’ve been doing, I will fling myself directly into the sun.”
Sumner laughs. “They are huggers.”
“Exactly. Shower.”
“We’re already late.”
