Page 67 of Old Habits

“Jovie…” he grunts. “Just like that.”

I feel up his body, touching his pecs and abs and he laughs, his eyes fluttering with lust. He takes hold of one of my hands and squeezes tight, signaling an impending climax. I keep steady, waiting for his sweetness to splash my tongue any second now.

Will moans one more time and I feel it burst. I let it spread along my taste buds. It tickles my throat on the way down. There’s so much of it, I take it in two gulps before I slide him from my numb lips.

I sit back and touch my smiling mouth with my fingertips.

“What?” he asks, craning his neck to look at me.

“Nothing,” I say, enjoying his lingering taste. “I forgot how sweet you were.”

He grins. “Come here…”

The doorbells rings and I freeze an inch away from his kiss.

“Uh-oh,” I mutter.

Will shifts forward as I fall to the side. “Wait here.” He smirks at me. “Don’t get up.”

“Any idea who it is?”

“No…”

There’s a pounding on the door, growing louder and we both pause to stare at each other.

He furrows his brow. “Okay, maybe you should get up.”

“Oh, I agree.”

I point to my underwear on the floor as he slides into a pair of lounge pants. “Would you kindly?” Will grabs them and hands them to me. “Thank you.”

He stops to kiss me one more time before heading into the living room. “Be right back,” he says.

I stand up and push my dress down to my knees. “Should I sneak out the back?”

“Not yet. Just keep quiet.”

I smile and nod. “Okay.”

Will walks away and I linger behind in the bedroom, holding my breath to stay silent as he unlocks the door.

“I’ve been calling you all morning, Will. Where is your phone?”

I cringe. It’s Sara.

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