Page 91 of The Wrong Date Deal

The temperature difference was shocking and sexy and heady, and August kissed Piper harder, more desperately. Their bodies moved together, frenzied in their efforts to drink each other in, to have each other closer.

August knew they were at Piper’s front door. She knew they had to get up early and help her brother move into Hermes’ place. She knew a million different things but all she could bring herself to care about was the feeling of kissing Piper—Piper’s hands under her shirt, Piper’s lips pressed bruisingly into hers, Piper’s tongue teasing her own, her body pressing Piper into the wall behind her.

They kissed and kissed, both of them increasingly desperate, until Piper’s hands were no longer cold against her body, and every part of her felt like it was on fire, the cold night a distant memory.

Eventually, they broke apart, their foreheads resting together.

“Wow,” Piper breathed.

“I’ll say,” August replied, sounding equally breathless.

“Finally went on the right date,” she laughed.

August hummed and couldn’t resist ducking her head to kiss along Piper’s neck. She loved the moan the move elicited from Piper, and the way her head fell back against the wall, allowing August more access.

“August,” she gasped. “If you keep doing that, I don’t think our ‘no sex on the first date’ thing will hold.”

August laughed against her throat, loving the way Piper shivered in response. “Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

“No.” She pulled August closer again, her hips bucking to meet August’s body.

The intercom buzzed to life beside them and August was ready to ignore it—not sure who she’d become, but loving every second of it—until Massima’s voice blared out at them and Piper groaned, her tightly wound muscles relaxing.

“You two do know you have plans tomorrow morning, right?” Massima laughed.

“If you’re listening in, I’m guessing you know we’re perfectly aware,” Piper replied, her tone sarcastic and short with the interruption.

August moved her mouth to Piper’s ear and breathed a barely audible, “Does it have a camera?”

“No,” Piper replied, just as quietly.

“Good.”

August resumed kissing Piper’s neck and she could feel the way Piper was holding back the moans itching to break free from her. It was one of the sexiest things August had ever experienced.

“Hey, it’s not my fault if you’re being noisy right next to the intercom,” Massima said, faux outraged.

“We didn’t dial up to the apartment,” Piper told her, her voice wavering beautifully. “The only way you could hear is if you were watching for us and then choosing to listen in. Which is, honestly, so weird.”

Massima laughed loudly, the sound crackling over the speaker. “I’m just trying to help you both be good friends and siblings. Can you imagine how Ford and Hermes would feel if you two blew them off? Absolutely devastated. Rejected. Abandoned.”

August groaned into Piper’s neck at the same time she scoffed out loud at Massima.

“Fine,” Piper said, holding onto August’s hands as they finally pulled apart. “You’ve successfully killed the mood. Can we have some privacy to say good night?”

“Yep,” Massima agreed happily, “but I’m calling back if you’re not here in ten minutes.”

Piper rolled her eyes. “I’ll be up in a second.”

Massima laughed, the sound cutting off when the intercom clicked and fell silent again.

“Should I be worried about how long she was listening?” August asked, mostly just amused.

“Oh, god. Who knows? The ‘listen in’ button doesn’t make a sound. It’s only when they click to speak that you can tell someone’s using it.”

“Delightful.”

She laughed. “Definitely better to just not think about it.”

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