Page 28 of Hello Kitten

As I give shallow sucks, Adrian nudges my ass closer to him, and then I feel his fingers stroking my pussy.

Fuck, this is going to be a very thorough weekend if last night and this morning are any hint of what’s to come.

Worse, I want everything out of Adrian that I can get.

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Well, I officially suck at origami. I think I’m actually only wasting the paper.

Sarah sighs. “Really? I thought you were an artist.”

“I’m a writer,” I murmur.

“And clearly you don’t know what to do with paper or how to follow instructions,” my mother says while perfectly folding her paper. “I thought college was to make you smarter.”

“Mom,” Sarah says gently. “No fighting. It took me a few tries and total focus to get it right.”

“But you didn’t waste expensive paper,” Mom says as Sarah rolls her eyes at me.

“I just know that you want everything to be perfect for your wedding. As perfect as you and Mark are,” my mom gushes, then looks over at me. “You shouldn’t have brought your date. He’s too old for you and he hardly speaks.”

My sister sighs again. “He’s more interested in Emmy, I’m sure. Plus, she told you it was a new relationship. You shouldn’t have insisted with the whole set up thing and she wouldn’t havefelt pressured to bring him. You know how impressionable she is.”

They talk about me like I’m some kid caving to peer pressure. If they only knew. I’m going entirely against it. My friend told menotto bring Adrian. She told me to leave him alone. And Adrian, fuck, Adrian. Even if—not if,when—my mom introduces me to the person she has in mind, Adrian will be better.

He’s a guarantee of a good time. Especially this morning with ‘breakfast in bed’ for both of us. I nibble my bottom lip and Sarah giggles. “Well, tell me about him!”

“It’s your wedding day, so we should really talk about you,” I say, trying to minimize.

I know she always wants to help, but at the same time, she somehow always makes things worse. Mom rolls her eyes and goes back to folding, saying she’s going to listen to her new audiobook.

Sarah scoots closer. “Seriously, one of his hands was under the table all night. Your relationship might be new, but there are times when I miss the heat of ‘new’ and I want all the details.”

“Sarah,” I complain.

“I’m the bride! That means what I say goes,” she insists.

I swallow thickly as my gaze stays fixed on the mess I’m making with the paper. “It’s different, good different. He makes me feel things I always thought I would never experience.” My face heats as the words roll off my tongue.

I give her some hints of what she wants, telling her we’re enjoying things, hinting, but not outright saying anything. Itfeels too dangerous. As dangerous as origami paper apparently, because I end up with a serious papercut.

“Oh, you’re going to bleed on everything!” My mom complains loudly.

I stand up and am about to say plenty to her, when a hand grabs my own. I glance over and there’s Adrian, holding my hand up. He shakes his head. “I leave you alone for an hour and you ruin your hands. Didn’t you tell me you have an essay due this coming Friday? How are you going to type it with a bleeding finger?”

“I’ll just have to ask my very understanding, favorite professor for an extension,” I sass.

He arches an eyebrow.

“If you say it like that people will get the wrong idea, dear. You wouldn’t put a professor in that position. It could cost him his job,” Mom gasps. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Adain.”

“Adrian,” he corrects without giving her a single glance, too busy looking at my pointed expression.

“I know, Mom. I’d never do anything with a professor. The age difference, how wrong it is, the stakes,” I say evenly. “It would be insane for either person to get involved.”

“Let’s go take care of your finger, Emily,” Adrian nearly bites out.

“It’s just a cut,” I dismiss. “It will be fine in a bit.”

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