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“Come with me somewhere?”

“Where?” I whisper breathlessly.

He leans forward next to my ear. “I’ve waited the entire night, and I can’t wait another fucking second to taste you, Viv.”

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Getting Caught is Half the Fun

“You’re insane, Reese Landry,” Viv pants as I tug her along the empty hallway. She’s trying to keep up in her heels, and I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her caveman style if it means I can get her there faster.

“You made me insane wearing that dress all night, baby.”

She laughs, her hand woven tightly in mine. We’re like two teenagers sneaking away from our parents, looking for a room to make out in. Except when I get her in that room, I’m doing more than kissing her.

She’s so beautiful it makes my chest ache.

Earlier, when I told her she was breathtaking, I meant in the literal sense that seeing her walk out in that dress actually made it hard to breathe. My throat felt tight.

The thing about Viv is that as beautiful as she is on the outside, the inside matches. She’s empathetic, resilient, strong, selfless to a fault. She puts everyone above herself. Their feelings, their happiness.

She’s a breath of fresh air, especially when she’s busting my balls, and I’m feeling things that I’m not supposed to, but it’s too late.

I’m too far gone. I’m falling for her. I’m falling like a lovesick idiot because I know those feelings are one-sided, and I’m firmly in the friends who sometimes fuck zone.

And I know that she set these boundaries to protect herself, to keep me at a distance, to keep what we have surface level.

But it feels like more. It feels like it’s been a slow descent since the moment I met her into something that I can’t turn off. Even if I tried.

Finally, we make it to the end of the hallway to the last door, and I quickly punch the numbers on the keypad to gain entry. Thank fuck they haven’t changed it since the last time I was here. Pushing the frosted glass door open, I hastily pull Viv inside, shutting it quietly behind us. It’s dark inside but not pitch-black since the bathroom light is on, casting a shadowy glow around the room. It’s enough to see Viv in front of me, her chest rising and falling heavily from us sprinting down the hallway, her pouty pink lips parted as she stares up at me. Her gaze follows as I drop to my knees in front of her and trail my fingers lightly up the bare skin that peeks out of the slit of her dress.

I can feel her pressing her thighs together, and I grin, bringing my lips to her knee and pressing a soft kiss there, then another on the inside of her thigh. The bottom of her dress is poofy as fuck and in my way, so I tug it open at the slit and slip beneath it.

Her breath hitches when my teeth graze the inside of her thigh, and then I bite down, leaving a slight indentation. I lick the mark when her back bows, a whimper tumbling from her lips as I slowly make my way up to the apex of her thighs.

Fuck, I can feel the heat of her pussy and smell how wet she is when I drag my nose along the pale purple lace that almost matches her dress.

“What if we get caught?” she pants when I ghost a finger across her clit that pushes against the fabric.

Smirking against her skin, I tease, “That’s the fun part, Sweet Tart.”

I wish I could see her face right now, but this fucking dress makes it impossible to see anything but purple poofy shit, and as unbelievably fucking beautiful as she looks wearing it, I’m regretting my choice for the first time tonight.

I tug the lace of her panties to the side, revealing her bare pussy. Despite the dim light, I can see her already soaked and glistening, her clit peeking out from her lips, and my mouth fucking waters.

Apparently, the thought of getting caught is just as thrilling to her.

Fuck yeah. That’s my girl.

“I’m going to need you to be quiet for me while I eat this pretty little pussy. Can you do that, baby?”

She hums, and that’s all I need before I dip forward and sweep my tongue against her clit and begin circling it, flicking it again and again until I feel her legs begin to tremble. Reaching down, I lift her heel-clad foot and place her leg over my shoulder, pressing her back against the wall and supporting some of her weight.

We’re not in a rush, but I feel ravenous after spending the entire night desperate to taste her, so I quicken my pace, using my finger to tease her entrance as I suck her throbbing clit between my lips and roll it.

“Oh god,” she whispers, rocking her hips against my mouth at a frantic pace while I suck her clit roughly and slide two fingers into her pussy.

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