Page 87 of Pretty Little Thing

His brow furrows. “Me, neither.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“My snoring didn’t keep you up?”

He chuckles. “I zoned it out after a while.”

“Thank god.”

His hands rise to cup my face. My cheeks tingle as he leans down to kiss me.

Clive bends suddenly and hoists me off the floor. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me toward the stairs.

“And just where do you think you’re taking me?” I ask.

“Wherever I want,” he says, his lips locking on mine.

My pulse pounds as he ascends with me. I feel like I’m floating on air, so safe and warm, just like that night at the club. I could pass out all over again, though, I wish I wouldn’t.

We reach the landing and he takes me to the bedroom. I kiss him over and over again, letting myself enjoy the ride. His arms suddenly fall away and I drop like a rock onto my bed. I laugh hard but my cackling is cut short fast as he towers over me and shoves his tongue down my throat.

I flinch away. “What time is it?”

Clive blinks. “Uh...”

I look at the clock on my bedside table. It’s eleven-thirty. “Oh, shit,” I say. “It’s almost noon.”

“It’s Sunday,” he says, leaning in again. “Sunday’s are made for sleeping in. Even I don’t have to be at the gym until three…”

He kisses me again, his lips firm and demanding.

“Yeah, but I...”

My lips surrender to his and I kiss him back as he pulls me against him.

“I have...” I sigh, pausing as his mouth falls to my neck. “I have somewhere to be.”

He guides me backward until my head hits the pillows. “Where?” he asks.

“I’m meeting my friends for brunch,” I answer.

“Brunch?”

“Yeah, we...” I shiver as his hands crawl up the bottom of the shirt. “We’ve done it for like five years,” I say. “We have a reserved table every Sunday at twelve at Moira’s Cafe. We sit down, get blitzed on mimosas, and just... leave our troubles at the door.”

Clive looks at me and nods. “Sounds like fun.”

“Until recently, it was the best part of my week.”

“Oh, really?” He cocks an eyebrow. “What changed?”

I smile. “Nothing really.”

“Nothing, huh?”

He reaches beneath me, giving my rear a quick spank. I laugh as my legs slowly curl around his waist. He’s semi-hard and his dick pushes against my inner thigh, bringing back memories from last night.

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