Page 116 of The Winslow Brothers

And the instant my head is beneath her robe and my tongue gets a taste of her sweet pussy, I actually hear Sophie’s plate hit the floor. Surely that’s a fucking mess. But right now, who the hell cares?

Sophie’s got a badge to earn, and I’ve got a delicious pussy to feast on.

Sounds like Vegas luck is on my side.

Sunday, March 25th

Sophie

In between focusing on the Crenshaw wedding currently surrounding me, I can’t seem to stop my brain from floating back to memories of Vegas with Jude.

Mile High Club. Girl Scout badges. Room service in bed.

Having more sex than my vagina should be able to tolerate in three days.

No doubt, a lot of awesome shit happened in Vegas, but tonight, I feel a bit out of sorts. I’m hardly able to concentrate on the songs the DJ is currently playing, and it takes a Herculean effort to keep checking in on the bride to make sure she appears happy and at ease.

Is this jet lag?I mean, our flight back home to Teterboro got in yesterday afternoon, but it’s like my body is still on West Coast time or something.

More like, your body is on Jude Winslow time.

“Hello? Earth to Sophie?”

I look up from the cake table to find Julie standing beside me with a hand on her hip.

“You okay, boss?”

“Yeah.” I nod, clearing my throat. “Of course. I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” she questions with narrowed eyes and steps closer to me. “Because you’re, like, really out of it tonight. Come to think of it, you’ve been out of it a lot lately.”

“What?” I blow out an exasperated breath. “No, I haven’t.”

I mean, sure, tonight, I am. But prior to this? I don’t think so.

“Oh, yes. You have,” she whispers and begins to help me set up the area for the bride and groom to cut the cake. “I mean, you just took a few days off to go see your parents in Miami, which was kind of strange because youneverdoanythinglast minute. Trust me, Soph, you’ve been in la-la land for the past two months.”

Have I really been that out of it?

I meet her eyes, and the look on her face says, “Yes, girl, you definitely have.”

Shit.I guess all of this secret-rendezvous fun with Jude is starting to show its effects.

Well, you did sneak off to Vegas with him…

I grimace.

“All right, spill it,” Julie comments. “What is going on with you?”

Oh boy. There’s the big, million-dollar question, and the answer revolves around an irresistible, larger-than-life man with witchcraft-like abilities to bestow mind-blowing orgasms.

Otherwise known as Jude Winslow.

I haven’t told anyone but Dr. Winters—vaguely—about how I’ve been filling my time lately, but there’s a huge part of me that feels like I need to tellsomeone. Maybe if I could confide in Julie, then I wouldn’t appear so fucking out of it when we’re working.

If anything, I probably should tell her…right?

When I realize Julie is still standing there, waiting for me to answer, I bite the bullet and dish some of the dirty details of my ongoing, top-secret…whatever it is Jude and I are doing.

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