Page 47 of Tiers of Joy

“Oh that’s a low blow.” I state, downing the shot.

“God damn!” I rasp, shaking my head.

“Right! Never have I ever peed standing up.” I smirk.

Gaige shakes his head and downs his shot.

“Never have I ever got it on in an elevator.” He smirks.

“Ha! Neither have I! You drink!” I laugh and point.

“Shit.” He says before downing his shot.

“My turn. Never have I ever masturbated in the shower.” I blush a little at my own words.

“Woah! You're taking it real personal and dirty aren’t you?! Sorry, nope. I haven't.” He smiles smugly.

“What? Come on!” I complain.

“Drink it.” He smirks.

I sigh and down the shot.

Gaige refills the shot and sits back, watching me.

“Never have I ever had no strings attached sex. Sex without a commitment. Just two people in the moment sex.” He says. His eyes are heated.

I clear my throat and feel my cheeks heat. I look down at my hands.

“Esme.” Gaige rasps.

I grab my shot and down it. Then I stand and take off Gaige’s t-shirt and remove my jeans. I stand in front of him in just my underwear. Gaige clenches his hands into tight fists.

“I haven't Gaige, but maybe, just maybe, we could tonight. We could be each other’s no strings attached. Make me feel again. I trust you Gaige.” I state.

“You’ve been drinking, a lot. You don’t know what you want.” He grits.

“I'm not drunk, I'm just buzzed. I am well aware of what I'm doing and I know I want this.” I state.

Gaige stands and walks towards me slowly.

“You sure about this?" He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I'm sure. What happens while we’re snowed in, stays snowed in.” I smile.

Gaige leans in and brushes his lips slowly across mine. I grip his t-shirt in my hands.

“Say you want it Esme. Tell me you want tonight.” He whispers across my lips.

I lick my lower lip. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.

“I want this Gaige, I want tonight.” I whisper.

That is all Gaige needs. He takes my mouth, kissing me passionately. His tongue caresses mine. I moan into his mouth. His hands stroke down my back and he cups my behind. He kisses along my neck and shoulder, pulling my bra straps down my arms. His hand reaches around and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck.” Gaige groans.

He kisses along my collar bone and down to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. Moaning I reach for his button and undo his jeans. Gaige stands in front of me and removes his t-shirt. I bite my thumb nail nervously as he removes his jeans and boxers, freeing his hard, long length. He strokes himself.

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