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“I am so, so sorry,” she says quickly. “She’s really drunk. We’re taking her home now.”

“Good idea,” Zander grunts out, his jaw tight.

Skyler’s already dragging Rylee toward the door, muttering something about her uncanny ability to make bad situations worse. Rylee just hiccups again and waves lazily over her shoulder.

“Bye, Big Guy! Don’t forget to shower!”

The door swings shut behind them, leaving Zander standing there in his ruined pants and shoes, looking like he’s on the verge of spontaneous combustion. I cautiously make my way up to him.

“You okay there, bud?” I ask, trying to keep a straight face. Stacey has her hand slapped over her mouth, trying her best not to laugh.

Zander’s murderous glare shifts to me. “Not a word.”

I hold up my hands in mock surrender, but the smirk tugging at my lips is impossible to hide.

Zander mutters something under his breath, then storms right back out the door without another word. It’s not clear if he’s leaving for real or going back to his relative’s house to get a change of clothes, but he’s clearly not happy with the vomitous entrance he just received.

Stacey stares at him walking out the door, wide-eyed. “Well, that escalated quickly. I’ve never seen him actually get angry like that before.”

I chuckle, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Me either. That Rylee seems to have a special talent.”

“I don’t know if I’d call puking all over someone a talent,” Stacey says with a shake of her head, though there’s a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“Come on, did you see that aim?” I laugh. “She only hit Zander. That’s skill.”

She grins up at me. “You’re so stupid.”

Dropping my head, I capture her lips with mine in a hungry kiss.

“I’d let you puke all over me any time, baby.”

She wrinkles up her nose. “Ew, gross. That’s nasty.”

“That’s love.” I give her a wink and sweep her back into my arms, spinning her on the dance floor as she clutches my shoulders and laughs.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE BEST WAY TO WAKE UP

STACEY

Pleasure pulses through me.It’s making my blood hum and my skin break out in goosebumps. I’ve had sexy dreams before, but I’ve never been this close to actually coming in one. I’m bent over my desk at the stadium. Owen is kneeling on the floor behind me, his face buried between my legs. It feels so… intense. So real. His tongue moves against my folds, making me squirm and moan.

Fuck, it feels so good! Why does it feel so good?

The pleasure is mind-numbing, and I feel myself starting to wake up. I try to resist, not wanting to lose the orgasm I’m just on the edge of having, but I can’t. My eyes fly open and I gasp. It takes me a moment to orient myself and realize the pleasure hasn’t stopped — it’s only intensified. Looking down my body, I find the covers have been pulled away, and like in my dream, Owen’s head is buried between my legs.

“Owen!” I groan, reaching down and tangling my fingers in his hair.

He glances up at me with a smirk and licks his lips. “I couldn’t help myself. You looked so peaceful and so fucking sexy asleep… I had to have a taste.”

Lowering his head, he sets back in and wraps his lips around my clit. When he begins to suck, I throw my head back with a cry and undulate my hips against his face. I’m so close to orgasm… just a little bit more…

The instant my release hits me, I arch my back and scream. I hope this hotel’s walls are thick, because I think the whole floor will be able to hear me otherwise. At the moment, though, I can’t make myself care. It just feels too good. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I ride them out, grinding against Owen’s mouth. When my orgasm fades, I slump back against the bed, breathless and stunned.

Owen sits up, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he gazes down at me.

“Fuck, what a great way to start the day,” he says.

I release a breathless chuckle. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

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