Page 118 of Waiting Game

“God, that feels good.” She turns to face me at last. “Fuck.”

When I find her clit, Mia shivers then rocks forward until her forehead meets mine.

Reaching between us, she starts to unfasten my fly, and I don’t argue, keeping on rubbing her clit as she delves beneath the zipper and pulls out my dick.

As we stare at one another, she starts to give me a handjob.

Just one stroke and my eyes narrow to slits, while hers flutter to half-mast.

Then, almost as one, we rock to the side so we’re staring at the busy kitchen.

The feel of her forehead against me, her touch, her slickness, the tight grip of her fist, her weight on my lap—they're sensations I’ve missed and I appreciate them all the more for their absence.

Her tension is as hefty as my own when she starts to grind into my hand. She’s already wet and, honestly, I know she’ll soak through my goddamn pants, but that turns me on even more.

Though, I’m glad I wore my black jeans for once.

“I knew you had a piercing. How did that happen? I’m surprised it wasn’t leaked to the press.”

“A friend—” Liam. “— decided to hire a private piercer. Most of the extended..." I clear my throat. "A bunch of teammates—" The extended Bukowski clan. "— took advantage of the iron-clad NDA he had them sign.”

“So, you all got matching cock piercings?!”

My thumb speeds up because the only reason she should hit that note is when I touch her. “Not all of us. Some got their nipples done.”

I don’t even wanna remember what Kow got done.

“Man, that’s some slumber party.”

I can’t stop my cackle and it flows out of me when she shudders at my touch. “Couldn’t let my friend get away with thinking he was the only one with a big dick?—”

She moans. “You have to explain that logic to me. You fried my brain.”

“Exactly how I like it,” I croon. “You keep whispering sweet nothings like that to me, baby, and I’ll reward you.”

“That a promise?”

“Nuh-huh. It’s avow. You gonna come for me, beautiful?” I rumble, though our focus is definitely on the bakery.

She shivers. “Only if you come for me too.”

My smirk is aimed at the staff up ahead. “You want that? If you do, I’m gonna come all over your slit.”

The shiver becomes a shudder. “I’m still on birth control. But I’m clean.”

“Me too,” I rasp.

Turning to look at one another, we both whisper simultaneously:

“Haven’t slept with anyone since you.”

“I haven’t been with a guy since you.”

Heart pounding from her admission, I stop rubbing her clit and, instead, grab a hold of her wrist. My fingers dig inward until she’s releasing her grip on me. Then, I snag her waist and drag her deeper onto my lap.

Though her forehead rocks on mine, she lets me maneuver her until she gets what I’m doing and is the one to place my dick between her thighs, parting her pussy lips to settle me against her slick folds.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan, voice thick.

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