Page 66 of Regards, Mia

“How?”

“She bet I’d be an accountant, and he guessed I’d be a tech entrepreneur.”

Mia’s brow scrunches. “So neither one of them was right.”

“Yeah, but she was so sure of herself she said if your boyfriend was anything other than an accountant or a real estate agent, he would win.”

“I should have brought Harrison,” she says. “I hate when Brad wins.”

I lower my head and kiss her bare shoulder. “You don’t mean that.”

She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging my head back. “Don’t start kissing me. It will lead to more than kissing, and we will never make it to the rehearsal on time.”

I kiss a path up her shoulder to her neck. “It doesn’t have to lead to more than kissing. I like kissing you.”

She arches her back, giving me more access to her neck. “What if I want more than kissing? More than just your mouth.”

I bite gently on her earlobe. “But my mouth is very talented.”

She chuckles. “I don’t think your mouth can give me everything I want.”

My competitive nature kicks in. “I bet it can.”

She clutches my shoulders. “I’m not that easy.”

“I know how to kiss.”

She leans back and looks at me, an amused glint in her eyes. “You’ve got ten minutes.”

“I’ll take that bet.”

“And if you lose, you have to wear the flowered shirt tonight.”

“It seems like a win-win situation for you.”

She rises up on her toes to kiss me. “Seems that way, doesn’t it? But if you’re not up for the challenge, I understand.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” I’m not telling Mia, but there’s no way I’m wearing that shirt tonight, because I didn’t even pack it. “If I win, you have to wear the outfit I bought you.”

She loops her hands around my neck, and I back her into my room. “I’ll take that bet.”

She shoves her fingers into my hair, loosening the tight tail as she drags my mouth back to hers. “Clock’s ticking,” she says. “I hope that shirt doesn’t need ironing.”

I nibble at her bottom lip and slide my tongue into her mouth as I push up her dress. My fingers skim softly over her smooth skin, drawing closer to the paradise between her legs.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been dying to get my hands on you.” I draw my fingers up, tracing a pattern over the top of her panties, then from one hip bone to the other. “There’s something I’ve been dying to do for weeks,” I say, slipping my fingers under the sides of her panties and easing them down her legs.

She moans, her back going flat against the door as I help her step out of her panties. “What?”

I drop to my knees. “Taste you.”

I press my face between her thighs. The scent of her arousal makes me feel drunk. I breathe her in, savoring how delicious she smells as I rub my bearded check against her inner thigh. My tongue darts out, and I taste her, just a quick tease.

She moans and jerks her hips back, but there’s nowhere to go. She’s trapped between me and the wall, and it’s all she can do to hold still as I blow softly on the swollen bud of her clit.

Her fingers find my hair again, and she guides my head exactly where she wantsit.

Don’t worry, ShortCake, it’s exactly where I want to be too.

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