Page 40 of Cloud Nine Love

“Yes day does not apply to us.” I breathed out through clenched teeth.

His lips curled into his trademark half-grin, that did things to my insides I didn’t want to admit. He brushed my hair to the side, and the roughened edges of his fingertips lightly grazed my skin, causing goosebumps to break out on my arm and the tiny hairs at the base of my neck to stand on end. I swallowed over a large lump of arousal in my throat.

The only sound I could hear in my head was the whooshing of my labored breaths and the low purr of the zipper as it slid down my back. I was vaguely aware of Mrs. Scoggs’ voice as she spoke to her sister, but it sounded muted or like I was underwater.

I watched as his eyes followed the path his hand traveled as he tugged the zipper down, and the fabric fell open, revealing the bare skin of my back.

“Remi.” His name came out as a pleading whisper, I just had no clue what I was begging him to do.

The good angel on my right shoulder insisted I was asking him to go back into his booth and close the drape. The devil on my left shoulder was convinced I was asking him not to go back to his side and to alleviate the unbearable pressure building in my core that I knew only he could satisfy.

His right hand slid across my shoulder, brushing the strap and the good angel off in its wake. My eyes were glued to Remi as he lowered his head, and his lips hovered above my shoulder.

“We can’t do this,” I spoke in a hushed tone on behalf of my fallen good angel.

His lips brushed along the cuff of my ear as he spoke in a growling whisper. “Remi and Taylor can’t, but Ana and Kyle can. And yes day does apply to them.”

It was semantics, make-believe, an excuse to allow me to engage in totally unacceptable behavior—and it worked.

He must have seen the surrender in my eyes, because without asking for permission, he removed the dress completely, and it pooled on the floor.

“Will you spread your legs for me?” His quiet question was more a command than an inquiry.

“Yes.” I hesitated before following up on his request only because my legs were currently Jell-O, and if I moved, I wasn’t sure they would support me. His hand gripped my hip, steadying me with an anchor, allowing me to step my feet apart.

“Can I touch you between your legs?”

“Yes.”

My belly trembled beneath his palm as I watched him slip his hand beneath the band of my lace panties. The second the roughened pad of his middle finger grazed my clit, my knees buckled with pleasure, and I reached up and grabbed his arms. My fingers gripped his biceps tightly.

“Mmm, you’re so wet,” he gritted out, his lips brushing along the cusp of my ear. “So wet for me already.”

All I could do was nod in agreement as he pushed every one of my erotic buttons. He flicked my swollen nub, once, twice, and on the third time I came apart in his arms. I gasped as I rode out my shuddering orgasm. Remi’s left hand quickly flew to cover my mouth, muffling the sound.

As the final wave of pleasure crashed over me, my hips bucked back against him, and my backside met with the hard evidence that he was just as affected by our encounter as I was. Knowing that he was as turned on as I was only amplified my arousal.

Before I was ready, he gently removed his hand from between my legs, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked my arousal off his finger. The sight caused my inner walls to clench, sending an aftershock rippling through me.

“Okay, okay, okay, I’ll talk to you soon, Bessie!” Mrs. Scoggs exclaimed, and I realized he must have heard her wrapping up the call.

My eyes widened as Remi kissed me sweetly on the top of my head, then took two steps back and closed the curtain between us.

I was still catching my breath when Mrs. Scoggs’ footsteps stopped outside the changing area.

“You okay in there, Taylor? You need some help with the zipper?”

“No, I’m good,” I chirped, my voice sounding about two octaves higher than it typically did.

As I hung up my dress and pulled on my jeans, I knew one thing was for sure: Yes Day was never going to be the same for me. Remi had forever corrupted it in the best, hottest way possible.

17

REMI

“Some insects and birds see the world in slow motion.” ~ Tim Rhodes

“Here you go.” Wyatt Briggs handed me a beer as we stood in his backyard.

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