Page 98 of Tickled Pink

“In New York?”

I close my mouth, taking a breath and exhaling it hard through my nose. “No,” I answer again. “But he tried to contact me.”

“A few weeks ago?”

“How’d you know?”

Max shrugs. “You just… had a vibe,” he says. “Didn’t last longer than a few hours, but I knew something was wrong. When you didn’t say anything, I thought I had it wrong, but after seeing him, here…”

“Yeah.” I nod. “He sent me an email.”

“What’d it say?”

“Just that he was coming to New York for a business trip soon, wanted to meet for dinner at some point. I ignored it, and I will continue to ignore it.” I toss my tie around the back of his neck, grabbing both ends and gently pulling him closer until our bodies touch. He inhales sharply, his hands finding their way to my sides as we stand together, face-to-face, nearly thirty years of history burning between us. “Now, go to the bedroom.” I brush my lips against his. “And warm Phoebe up for me.”

Max shudders, his grip briefly clenching before he releases and takes a silent step back. I let my tie slip from his shoulders as he goes toward the bedroom across the suite, shedding his shoes and shirt as he moves.

I turn to take in the New York City sky again. I always loved flying into this city. The way it sneaks up on you on the horizon until bam — New York fucking City, baby. It’s home, even more my home than the Los Angeles skyline was. And it’s all because of them.

My loves.

My Phoebe and Max.

No one else matters. No one’s going to ruin this.

Especially not my father.

“This bed, you guys!” I hear Phoebe’s excited voice. “It’s so damn comfortable, oh my God!”

I chuckle as I turn and kick off my shoes. My socks whisper along the floor as I make my way toward the bedroom, the soothing sounds of Phoebe’s sexy giggles filling the quiet space. In the doorway, I watch as Max kisses her. The two of them snuggled up under the thick, white hotel bedding. It does look very comfortable, but I delay my urge to join them in favor of just… watching.

My loves, loving each other, losing themselves in kisses and smiles.

And moans.

Max’s hand moves beneath the covers, the small, repetitive shift of the sheets between her legs giving it all away. She moans softly, her little cheeks growing pinker as they kiss, her little tongue boldly drifting to meet his.

I unzip my pants, sating the tightness taking hold beneath the belt.

Max kisses Phoebe’s neck, prompting her to tilt her head back and release a wave of delicious noises. With closed eyes, she trembles as Max kisses lower and lower. His body drags the blanket down with him, revealing her breasts and belly.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I reach a hand into my open pants.

Max takes his time kissing and teasing; a man in his element. He’s always loved oral, loved making our girl feel good and desired. I imagine his mouth on my skin as well, his lips and tongue making me feel good and desired, too.

Phoebe moans loudly and I nearly come right here and now, Max’s head buried between her thick thighs. She places a hand on the back of his head, her fingers playfully squeezing his brown hair as he licks and nibbles and sucks on her flesh.

I run my tie through my fingers as I walk over to join them by the bed. Phoebe senses me, her cheeks red as she bites her lip.

“Sorry,” she says, her voice dripping with pure sex.

“For what?” I ask, reaching out to nuzzle her red hair back behind her ear.

“It’s your birthday,” she says, bashful.

I chuckle. “Enjoy his mouth while you got it,” I say. “I know I will.”

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