Page 114 of The Plus One
Indira picked up her speed, loving the way her body perfectly ground against his, how he hissed out her name when she moaned.
One thing she didn’t love was how her gorgeous new desk chair made an absurdly loud squeak every time she bounced against Jude. So much for being quiet.
“This chair”—squeak—“is”—squeak—“really”—squeak—“loud,” Indira panted out.
Jude let out a noise of disbelief, giving her a quick spank before gripping her ass. Pressing her more firmly down on him.
“Is that what you’re thinking about right now?” he growled, pressing up harder into her. “So ungrateful,” he added, repositioning his hips and hitting a spot that made Indira whimper. “Ah, that’s better. Good girl.”
Indira bucked at the combination of his praise and his touch, Jude always knowing just what to do to build her up.
It didn’t take long for them both to tumble over that edge of pleasure, cherishing the minutes where they held each other after.
“I love my new chair,” Indira said as they cleaned up, righting their clothing and giggling at their naughty little secret.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more chairs,” Jude said, buttoning up his shirt. “An entire warehouse if that’s the kind of thanks I get.”
Indira snorted, sitting primly at her new orange throne and turning to her desk, waking up her computer. “All right, no more sweet-talking. It’s work time.”
“Yes, boss,” Jude said, giving her a peck on the cheek, then sitting at his own desk.
They fell into a comfortable silence, their keyboards clacking as they worked. Indira was looking over encounter notes for a new patient when an email dinged through. She grinned as she saw who it was from.
FROM:Bailey, Jude
TO:Papadakis, Indira
DATE:September 30, 1:18 p.m.
SUBJECT:
I love you.
She wasted no time typing out a response.
FROM:Papadakis, Indira
TO:Bailey, Jude
DATE:September 30, 1:19 p.m.
SUBJECT:RE:
I love you too♥
EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER
“This next one is going to bethe one,” Lizzie said, taking a sip from her champagne flute.
“Right. Because everyone knows the fifty-seventh time is always the charm,” Harper said.
“The longer she takes, the more free champagne we get, so I hope she never finds the perfect one,” Indira added, plopping down on the plush white couch next to her friends after refilling her own glass.
“Oh shit. I look good as hell,” Thu said from inside her dressing room. With a grand flourish, she whipped back the cream curtain, posing dramatically in a gorgeous white wedding dress hugging her every curve. “What do you think?”
All three friends were silent for a moment. Then they all started screaming.
