Page 49 of Crazy Love

She wiped the floor with me. But I didn’t care.

I’ve felt a small sense of relief since we spoke earlier. Relief that I’ve spoken to her about Chloe but guilt I didn’t tell her all of it. I didn’t tell her Chloe and I were high at the time or that the suggestion to get high was my idea. I don’t know if she’ll want to see me again after telling her the truth.

“Ooh, a photo booth!” Kali cries, clapping her hands. “Let’s take some to remember the night I absolutelydestroyedyou in an arcade.”

I roll my eyes, letting her pull me towards the tiny booth. She clambers in and I follow suit, squeezing into the tiny space and closing the curtain to seal us in. “I haven’t been in one of these in twenty years.”

Kali punches away at the buttons. She’s so light and carefree tonight, like she needed a night away from the constant slog of renovations.

“Ready?” she asks. “You’re allowed to smile.”

The screen starts to countdown from three and Kali’s already in prime position, her tongue poking out and the lobster teddy she won at my expense clutched to her chest. I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

When the photos shoot out, she whips them out before frowning at them. “You’re looking at me in all these,” she mutters, running a painted nail over the strip. “Try again. Give me something, Bonetti. Apart from intense brooding.”

Kali presses at the screen for another round of photos, settling back with a smile. After the second flash I scoop my hand around her neck, pulling her towards me. Her big eyes widen for a split second, before she’s grabbing my face with both hands, pulling me down over her. Her lobster toy falls to the floor, forgotten.

A moan hums from her throat into my mouth and my hand flexes, gripping her hip. “We’re in public,” I remind her. “You can’t make noises like that.”

Her eyes flutter open, her lips red and swollen from where I’ve mauled her. “You started it.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me back to her, her tongue greedy as she slips it into my mouth.

I readjust us so she’s straddling my lap, my hands curving underneath and planting on her tight ass, squeezing herhardso she gasps, her lips breaking away.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” I reach up and run kisses down her neck.

Kali leans back to allow me space. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m a gentleman.”

Kali rolls her hips into my lap. I grunt and still her hips. “You’re going to make me come from dry humpingagain.In public, this time.”

She grins at me before slowly, rolling her hips again. I hiss and grab the front of her jeans, startling her. I unbutton her pants with one hand and slide my hand inside, fingers tracing over satin. Our eyes never leave the other’s, our breaths coming in erratic hot puffs. Her fingers grip the back of my head in anticipation, and I take that as my cue, pushing her panties to the side and dipping my fingers lower.

She whimpers as I run my fingers over her, and I bite her bottom lip. “You’re soaking.”

“Quit bragging,” she pants, her body pushing into my hand. I let the palm of my hand rub back and forth and she tips her head back. “Fuck.”

I slip one finger inside and she gasps, stilling as she hunches over my shoulder. Her teeth sink into my flesh through the fabric.

“You all good?” I whisper into her ear, pushing her hair aside.

Kali holds my head in a vice-like grip, her breath quivering. “More.”

My breath hitches, but I obey her like a man drugged. I slide another finger inside her and she clenches around me. The fact that anyone could open the curtain, that my shoes sticking out makes it obvious what we’re doing, doesn’t bother either of us. It only heightens the situation.

“You’re greedy,” I murmur, slowly moving my fingers in and out of her.

“I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” Kali’s breathless gasps fill the small space and my dick strains against my pants. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I’ve mastered over the past few years not to strip off and do the deed right here.

We fall into a rhythm, Kali moving with me as I swirl my hand in and out of her, fast, then slow, then fast again. When she picks up the pace and her moans become less controlled, I can tell she’s close.

“Shhh,” I whisper, chuckling under my breath. “We’re going to get sprung if you don’t keep it down.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she breathes, kissing me again. Her hands are everywhere, grasping and pulling at my clothes as she climbs to her climax. When she reaches it, her fingernails claw into my skin, scratching down my arms as she bites my neck. A hiss escapes my lips at the pleasurable pain, my hand slowing its pace until we’re both heaving, my fingers still inside her.

Kali sits up and looks at me, eyes glassy, lips red raw. I slowly remove my fingers from her, sliding my hand out of her panties. Before I can overthink it, I open my mouth and take my fingers all the way in, watching her as I run my fingers over my tongue.

Kali’s mouth parts, stunned. She watches me with an intensity that pierces through my skin. I make a resounding pop as I remove my fingers from my mouth and lick my lips. “Delicious.”

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