Page 42 of The Holiday Fail

He swallowed the majority of my moans, but if someone really did have their ear pressed to the door, there was no way they didn’t hear me with how loud I was.

A grunt sounded from Andy too, and I felt his release splash over my dick, which sent another wave of pleasure through me. He kissed me through his orgasm, our tongues and lips moving in a slow tangle as if he was savoring every bit of this moment as I was.

“Shit. That was…” Andy started when he pulled back, but he didn’t finish his sentence. I was starting to think that was a common occurrence with this man. But I didn’t mind right now.

Not when he looked all sexed out as he looked at me with a loopy smile.

“Yeah,” I agreed with a chuckle, then pressed a kiss to his chin. He was clean-shaven, though his five o’clock shadow had peeked through.

“It’s definitely a lot messier with two dicks,” he said with a chuckle and held up his right hand.

It was covered with our combined jizz. I looked down at our bodies and realized he’d been rational enough to cover the heads so we hadn’t dirtied our clothes.

He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his hand clean. A tiny bit of regret shot through me at all the wasted cum. If I’d been quick enough, I could have lapped it all up for him.

That very intimate thought was blown away when Andy grinned at me like he knew what I was thinking. That would have been impossible, or at least I hoped it was.

He took his time tucking me back into my jockstrap, then pulled my pants up and made sure I was presentable. He wasn’t nearly as attentive for himself as he quickly had his jeans buttoned, not even caring to tuck his shirt back into his pants.

I was still a little cum-drunk, feeling all fuzzy and cared for under his attention that all I could really do right now was watch as he washed his hands.

His beautiful, wonderful hands had felt amazing on me, and I couldn’t stop wondering when the next time I’d be able to feel them again.

“Ready?” he asked, drying his hands with a paper towel. I nodded, and he grabbed my hands, threading our fingers together and making my heart almost beat out of my chest.

I was so ridiculously happy that I couldn’t even bring myself to care at the curious stares shot our way when we exited the bathroom together. Strangers smirked at us, clearly knowing what we’d been up to, but I couldn’t pay them any mind.

My focus was completely on Andy’s wide back as he guided us back to the main area to find Austin and Jim. They’d been looking for us too, so it didn’t take long to meet up with them.

Their eyes immediately landed on Andy and my combined hands, but Andy didn’t let me go. That made something inside of me flutter hard until I was practically floating as I walked.

It wasn’t until we went to retrieve our coats that Andy let me go to put his on. Austin used this chance to hook his arm through mine again and pressed against my side as he whispered into my ear, “Had a good night?”

There was a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he watched my expression. Yep, he definitely knew something happened with Andy tonight, but I didn’t care. I was still on the high of the orgasm and planned on enjoying it for as long as I could.

“Yeah, I really did,” I answered with a laugh.

I wasn’t going to think about the future or the ticking clock that would signal the end of this fun thing I had with Andy. I was determined to just enjoy the moment.

Maybe if I kept telling myself that, I’d get better at protecting my heart.

Chapter Eighteen

ANDY

I had never considered a man’s body to be sexy, but it seemed Levi was set on proving every single one of my preconceived ideas wrong. In fact, I believed the wordsexywas created just for Levi.

He was sculpted to perfection. Tight muscles under his lean frame, curves with the sole purpose of tempting me, and soft skin that reacted so deliciously under my hands. I couldn’t keep my hands off him.

It didn’t help that Levi was set on seducing me with his choice of clothing. I’d only got a sneak peek at his jockstrap that night at the club, but it definitely wasn’t the last time he’d strutted around in them. Apparently, he had a whole collection that he was pulling out now with the sole purpose of making me lose all rational thought.

The number of times in the past week he’d stroll into my sacred kitchen, needing to grab something that just so happened to be on one of the top shelves, and his shirt would just so happen to ride up to reveal a sexy strap hanging high onhis hips, teasing me of the delicious sight that lay underneath his jeans.

I was only a man.

And apparently, a weak-willed one when it came to Levi Huxley because, for him, I’d defiled my sacred space more times than I could count. We never went further than heavy kisses in an unassuming corner, and only when there was nobody around—because we wereobviouslyprofessionals—but still. It was the principle of the matter!

There should be absolutely no hanky-panky in the kitchen, but Levi was too addicting, and I only had enough self-control to end it with kisses sweet enough to melt away all my priorities.

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