Page 76 of The Show

It was a wonder she hadn’t killed me already.

“I want you coming on my face, I want you soaking me.” I punctuated each word with a firm, flat lick on her clit that had her shooting further up the mattress. I pulled her back and continued where I left off, my fingers slipping in and out and curling up to the same beat.

Long, languid strokes had her thighs trembling in under a minute, her entire body twisting under my touch as her chest heaved. I knew it would only take a final flick of my tongue to give her what she needed… WhatIneeded to giveher.

I forced her thighs wider, spellbound as she fell apart under me, pulsing out a flood of arousal. I lapped up every last drop.

“I want to watch that forever. You have no idea how beautiful you are when you come.”

The post orgasm glow I’d spread across her body darkened a shade, to a beautiful rosy pink. Hands slid down the bedsheet and reached out for me, but I gripped her wrists, stopping them from travelling any further before they arrived at a point from where I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“No. I have a better idea.”

Her eyebrow raised, her head lifting slightly off the pillow. “Oh, yes…?”

“Yes. I’m going to clean you up in the shower, then dirty you all over again.”

She sucked in the corner of her bottom lip. “Get your ass in the bathroom, now.”

I jumped up, my dick bouncing back against my stomach before returning to give Lowe his full attention. I held my hand out. “Ladies first. If you can walk that is…”

She rolled her eyes, but took it; which was when a distant sound registered in my ears, pinging but not quite forming. I stilled.

“What?” she asked, turning round to see why I wasn’t following her.

I shook my head. “Nothing, I just thought I heard something. Come on, get a move on. Time is money, and I’ve got places to be.”

I slapped her ass, making her squeal and I ran after her toward the bathroom. Then, just before she got there, she stilled, her eyes opening wide with deep frown forming on her brow.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

In a split second she’d disappeared into the bathroom and rushed back out, charging out of her bedroom, throwing her robe around her as she did. I could hear her footsteps thudding as she angrily ran down the stairs. I inched to the door that was still wide open from when she’d slammed it against the wall, taking me aback slightly. Given that I didn’t spend much time around her, I’d never heard her angry. I’d never imagined shecouldget angry; it was probably wrong that it was turning me on a bit.

A lot.

I was closing the door when I heard who she was addressing, Lowe’s voice echoing up the stairs.

“Mom, what are you doing here?! We agreed that you wouldn’t use that key unless it was for emergencies, and that you’d never to let yourself in without permission!”

I shot away from the gap I was standing in, and hid behind the door, just in case Abigail Slater’s beady eyes caught me, even though she’d have needed the ability to see through the solid wood floor to do so. It dawned on me that I didn’t care in the slightest if she did see me. After last night, I had no intention of letting Lowe go and would happily shout it from the rooftops.

She was finally, miraculously mine, and I wanted everyone to know.

“I brought you flowers, but I see you already have some. Who did these come from? And I heard you have a job.”

“Where did you hear that?” Lowe snapped.

“Robyn told me.”

I rolled my eyes. I could just imagine my mother gossiping to Abigail about what their kids were getting up to.

“And what? You felt compelled to come over and ask?”

There was some clattering as cupboard doors were opened and then the kitchen faucet turned on, muffling their conversation. I leaned out the door to catch a bit more.

“I wouldn’t have had to if you’d replied to my messages. I texted you five times yesterday!”

“Mom, I replied! I have a busy life and I’m working to build up my business. I don’t have time to answer every message you send me. And you breaking into my apartment isn’t okay! Jesus.”

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