Page 13 of Fallen Ink

“So, we don’t forget or ignore that it happened, but we also try to not let it happen again without actually talking to each other about it?”

She nodded. “Does that mean it could happen again?”

He licked his lips, aware that if he said the wrong thing this time he could lose her. “Maybe? I don’t know, Addi. Everything I said about you being my boss and me trying to figure out how to be a full-time dad was true.”

“And I’m super busy with trying to keep my head above water as we get through the first six months of the shop. But…”

He nodded. “But it was damn good.”

“Of course, it was damn good. It’s the two of us.”

He lowered his head, resting his forehead on hers. “I’m not going to say the m-word again, but let’s not fuck things up.”

“We have no idea what we’re doing,” she whispered. “No clue.”

“Nope. But let’s keep doing it.”

He didn’t know what on earth that even meant, but they were in this together, and he just prayed that he didn’t screw things up even more.

Chapter 5

Adrienne arched her hips, her hand between her legs as she imagined Mace’s rough beard scraping her thighs as he ate her out. Despite how hot her imagination had gotten before, knowing exactly what his tongue on her pussy felt like now just made touching herself even hotter. She slid her fingers between her folds, pumped one, then two fingers in and out of herself before pulling out so she could slide her wetness over her clit. One hand cupping her breast, she pleasured herself until she came, her body shaking as the orgasm slammed into her, making her tingle all the way from her toes to her ears and the tips of her breasts.

“I’m going to Hell,” she whispered, her hand still lazily stroking her clit. “So going to Hell.”

It had been two days since she’d had the best sex of her life with her best friend, and though they’d had a conversation about it, she was still just as confused as ever.

What they had talked about:

The sex was amazing.

They probably shouldn’t do it again.

The sex was amazing.

They were probably going to do it again.

The sex was amazing.

They could ruin everything because the sex was amazing.

She laid back, her hand falling to the side as she fought to catch her breath. Her morning routine of getting herself off was now far more complicated than it should be thanks to Mr. Big Dick and Fuck-tastic Hips.

And if she ever actually called him that to his face, she’d die of mortification.

She shouldn’t be thinking about Mace and sex at all. She should be getting over her lapse in judgment and start focusing on work and family as usual. Instead, she was lying in bed before her alarm went off, making herself come by thinking about Mace’s talented tongue replacing her fingers.

Again, going to Hell.

Sighing, she rolled out of bed, grabbed her phone so she could turn off her alarm, and promptly almost fell because her panties were still wrapped around her ankles.

Grace, thy name is Adrienne Montgomery.

She kicked off her panties and slogged her way to her bathroom so she could get ready for the day. Of course, she couldn’t look at her counter without blushing and pressing her legs together. She’d just come, yet just looking at where Mace had fucked her had her ready to go again.

“I guess that’s why I have that showerhead,” she mumbled and went to sin once more thinking of Mace between her legs, this time using the hot water instead of her hands. “So going to Hell.”

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