Page 26 of The Last Love Story
I fight back a whimper, my core tightening as my body lights on fire.
So close. I’m so close and so desperate.
My body shakes as I rock against the vibrator, riding the blue cock until I’m bursting at the seams.
I clamp my mouth shut as I come undone, keeping every moan locked away as my toes curl into the sheets and I arch off the bed.
Slowly, my muscles relax, and I turn the vibrator off, then pull the dildo out and stare at it, slick and sticky.
Maybe one day it’ll actually be Justin’s cock. If it was, I’d be completely feral and suck every dropoff him afterward.
That’s almost enough to turn me on again, but I’m wiped. It’s been a long day, and I need to sleep so I’ll be ready for tomorrow.
After getting cleaned up, I nestle under the covers, sated and happy. And because I’m a hopeless lost cause, I fall asleep dreaming of a love story with Justin.
Zoey,Trish, and I weave through the tables in the grand ballroom where the signing event is happening tomorrow.
After a fun panel this morning about writing a series—which Zoey and I were on and Trish moderated—it’s set up time.
“There she is,” Justin croons as I make my way toward the table I’ll be at. Zoey and Trish will be at the table next to me.
“Hey.” I manage to keep my voice calm, even though I feel all breathy and lightheaded, especially knowing I came thinking about him last night. “This is Trish Davies and Zoey Holloway.”
He shakes both of their hands. “Pleasure to meet you, ladies. Zoey, I’ve read your romantasy series. I really enjoyed it. Looking forward to the next book.”
“Thanks,” Zoey says. Then her face morphs into a wicked smirk. “Glad you enjoyed it. Just not enough to slide into my DMs.”
My eyes flare wide and I elbow her in the side as Trish chokes on a laugh.
Justin chuckles too, then he wraps his arm around me. “What can I say? Jade has a hold on me.”
My whole body flushes red at his words.
I wonder if I have the same kind of hold on him he had on me while I came on that blue dildo last night.
“Of course she does. She’s awesome,” Trish says. “Take care of our girl.”
“No problem. Come on, darlin’.” Justin walks to the other end of my table and opens one of the totes.
Darlin’,Trish mouths excitedly.
“This is going to be fun to watch play out,” Zoey says.
“I hate you both,” I sing.
“No, you don’t. You love us.” Trish waves her hands to shoo me away. “Go have some fun.”
I shake my head, but follow Justin to the other end of the table.
“Where should I start?” he asks.
“Table runner, then you can put the lighter boxes with stickers and signs on the table and I’ll set those up.” I pull my phone out. “And here’s a picture from my last signing for how I set up my books.”
“Got it.”
Everything comes together fairly quickly, and though we don’t talk much, every so often one of us catches the other staring.
As we finish up, we both reach for the last book, and our fingers brush. My gaze snaps to his, and I swear I can see the sparks dancing in the air around us. The tension between us is palpable.
