Page 67 of S.O.S. Mizzay

“Watch out, Chuck. Your soft underbelly is in danger of showing,” Andy quipped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he barked, slipping once again into his impervious, professional mode.

Okay.So maybe he wasn’t quite ready to get all emotional about his relationship yet.

“Spoilsport.” Andy raised a brow at Cobble, tag-teaming Chuck.

“I’llget your true relationship status out of you, Cuz,” Cobble stated with certainty. “And I don’t know why you’re hesitating anyway. From what I’ve heard, Tertia is the perfect match for you.”

“Stay out of it, Sawyer,” Chuck grumped. “Just because you and Mizzay have fallen head-first into all that true love bullshit, doesn’t mean everyone has to.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Andy rebutted, leaning over to kiss Cobble loudly in the middle of his chest.

“You didn’t just…” Chuck made a retching nose. “Okay. Time for me to go. Don’t get too distracted with each other. Remember, the meeting is set for this afternoon at two in the Boston office.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Andy assured him. “I’ll be there.”

The conversation ended as Chuck abruptly hung up.

“Typical,” Andy scoffed. “Not even a ‘happy play-time’ goodbye from him.” She used one foot to caress Cobble’s ankles.

“Ticklish,” he reminded her, wiggling.

Andy ignored him, doubling down, and he pinched her bare ass until she stopped.

“It’s going to be so much fun to tease Chuck when he finally lets his guard down with Tertia and starts getting led around by his cock,” Cobble laughed. “I can’t remember a time when Chuck allowed himself to be vulnerable, but I can tell he’s headed that way. From what you’ve told me, Tertiawillbe his Achille’s heel.”

“I agree,” Andy gushed. “Wait until you meet her. She’s not only beautiful and smart, she’s super nice, and exactly what Chuck needs to smooth out his rough edges.”

Andy scooted down and this time rested her chin on Cobble’s tight abs. “I can’t believe this is almost over, and I’ll finally get to introduce you to everybody,” she posited confidently. “You’re going to love them all, and they’re going to adore you.”

Cobble’s stomach went up and down as he breathed in and out.

“I feel like I know them already, just from the amount of stuff you’ve told me. But you’re right. Actually seeing them in person will feel pretty natural, almost like meeting up with old friends.”

Andy turned her face away from Cobble’s contemplative look, and eyed his erection which had been stirring behind her head.

“Hmm. Speaking of old friends…”

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An hour later, after taking care of herbestestbuddy, then showering in the world’s tiniest stall with Cobble—an adventure in itself—Andy donned her professional clothing, which were no longer regulation black and whites, but a navy pencil skirt and a crisp gray blouse that still showcased her take-no-prisoners professionalism.

“Mmm. Are you sure you have to leave?” Cobble came up behind her at the bathroom mirror as she finished running a brush through her straight, dark hair to twist it up into a bun.

He kissed the back of her neck, his lips heading lower…

Andy ducked away.

“Yes. I do. And youze need to behave yourself, or I’ll be late.” She snickered. “I’m surprised you have anything left in the tankafter ourbusymorning. It must be all that sea air is keeping you invigorated.”

“Uh, uh,” he clarified. “It’s completely you, Andy. I’m pumped on love. All you have to do is walk past me and I’m hard,” he admitted somewhat proudly, following her out of the bathroom.

“I love you, too,” she responded, reaching up to stroke the stubble on his face.

“Great,” he groaned. “Now, because you touched me again, I’ll have to take care of things after you’re gone.”

“Seriously? I only stroked your face,” she snorted amusedly.

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