Page 66 of Tips and Trysts

“And I’ll use it,” I go on, tilting my head in the direction of my purse. “Your kompromat? I’ll use it without batting an eye. If you don’t think I’m patient enough to wait until you get elected, get ready to marvel, baby boy. I’ll get youimpeached. That’s far worse than losing an election. You’ll be disgraced before you can even deliver the State of the Union. Do you understand me, Everett Logan?”

This time, Everett’s response is a kiss that swallows me whole. He kisses me so hard that I forget to breathe until his tongue parts my lips. I let him in, gasping as he crushes our bodies together.

His tongue is slick in my mouth, intrusive but delicious—quite like Everett. It drags over my piercing, and I feel the groan emanating from his throat. He pries his lips from mine. “Holy shit,” he mutters, holding my face close to his with a hand pressed against the nape of my neck, tangled in my hair. “I’ve never been kissed like this before.”

“Of course you haven’t,” I reply, lowering my gaze to his mouth and scoffing. “You weren’t with me.”

“But now you’re holding my cock. You’re holding it perfectly, princess.”

“You’re an asshole,” I respond, letting go.

A flash of disappointment crosses his face when I stop touching him, but he doesn’t complain. “I am.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

Slowly, I place a hand on each of his cheeks and hold his face, forcing him to look at me. “You know you’re going to make this up to me, right?”

Everett bobs his head.

“Good,” I declare before flipping my hair over my shoulder. “You have a debate to win.”

“Do I? Because I could probably skip it.”

“Absolutely not,” I say before folding my lips over my teeth, prepping. “You’re going to win. You’re going to make your father piss himself with pride, but that’s not important. What’s important isyou. You’re going to win because you deserve it. None of those motherfuckers can hold a candle to you, and do you know how I know that?”

“How?”

“Because you’re mine, Everett. Because we both know I deserve the best. And I’m going to get on my knees and suck your fat cock and remind you that Ido notsuck off losers.” I flip my hair back again, ensuring it won’t get in the way. “Think about that while you fuck my throat.”

He lets out a chuckle. “You’re my favorite person ever. I can’t believe you’re real…”

“But,” I warn while lowering to the floor, “just because I’m on my knees doesnotlet you off the hook. Are we clear?”

“So fucking clear.”

“Fabulous.” I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and admire it at eye level. “It’s so perfect, Everett.”

Watching him, I stick out my tongue and drag the tip over the ball end of his piercing—and nothing else.

“Fuck,” he groans, but he holds out the word for so long that I don’t even hear the consonants at the end. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

I lick the smooth head. “Tell me. Were you working to get me?”

He nods.

I give another slow lick, tasting the saltiness of his precum against the metal of the piercing. “Tell me how.”

He slides his hand through my hair. “I’ve tried all your favorite restaurants.”

“None of them are vegan,” I reply before sucking the head between my lips.

“Sometimes, I just go for the vibes.” He groans. “Yeah, like that.”

I pop my lips off the head. “Keep going,” I urge before I take him in my mouth again, sucking an inch of him this time.

“You once mentioned a podcast you liked, so I listened to all five hundred episodes.”

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