Page 154 of We Can't Be Friends

Has any other guy ever cared to count and memorize them?

Why am I thinking about her with anyone else?

Sinking to my knees, I kiss up her left thigh, planting a kiss over the sensitive skin between her thighs before licking her from back to front, sucking her swollen bud into my mouth.

“I know you haven’t eaten dinner, Pretty Boy. You must be starved.”

My brows shoot up, gazing up at her through my lashes. I drop my hand from her breast, cupping her ass and tilting her hips up.

I devour her. Like she’s my last and favorite meal. Which she might be.

My zipper is digging into me. I focus on Chloe and this moment, not letting my want to drive into her takeover.

“Put your feet on my shoulders.” The bottom of her feet are cold, cooling my body through my shirt. “Knees further apart.”

Using my thumbs, I spread her open. She’s the prettiest shade of pink and so wet. Leaning closer, I blow a light breath over her center.

“Oh, god.” Chloe releases the most delicious moan. “It’s too good.”

Her praise lights me up from the inside out. I’m good at this.Good enough for her.

“You’re supposed to be forgetting your name, not mine. It’s Cal.” I blow on her again, this time, she curses my name before I return my mouth to her.

Chloe’s phone lights up.

Again.

And Again.

Who could be blowing her up right now? Regretfully, my eyes wander and see the texts. All I wanted was to confirm that it wasn’t her brother.

It’s not.

She’s clueless. Lost to pleasure.

Lost to the pleasure thatI’mbringing her.

“Cal,” she cries out. “Callum. I’m close.”

My focus shifts back to her as I try to mute the nagging voice in my head.

One of her feet slips from my shoulder. I return it there. In seconds, her thighs are compressing my head. The only thing I can breathe right now is her—and that’s quite perfectly fine.

Frustration about the text shoots through me, and I drag her in my mouth. Her muscles quake as she releases on my tongue. She’s exactly how I imagined she’d taste.

I keep going till every wave crashes through her, and her body goes limp, legs loosening.

Standing up, I find Chloe leaning back, resting on her elbows, panting.

I pick up an empanada, collect her on my lips with it, and take a bite.

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CHLOE

Did I just die, go to heaven, and be born again on this counter?

Cal’s mouth was already specially crafted for me. But his tongue? And how he used it?

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