Page 79 of Fairy Tale Lies
His argument was valid. Miguel was heartbroken that Jacob was leaving. He’d insisted on a going-away party.
The night before Jacob left.
She had a full day of classes and wouldn’t have time alone with him, before going to Susan and Miguel’s place.
Jacob’s roaming hands had her forgetting about why she needed to leave. One cupped her breast, and the other slid between her legs.
She opened for him. “You are such a bad influence,” she breathed, unable to stop her hips from moving in time with his expert touch.
“How can it be bad, if it feels this good?” he crooned wickedly.
Nirvana was his mouth and fingers, and early morning accounting classes were forgotten. All she understood was carnal need and their relentless pursuit of pleasure.
Chapter Thirty-One
Greta walked from the bedroom. “Have you seen my scarlet sweater?”
Jacob froze, midway from grabbing his wallet off the kitchen counter. She was in a pair of black jeans that hugged her curves and an even sexier satiny cream bra. It showcased her breasts in the most enticing way.
“This party better be spectacular.” He shook his head, recalling her question. “Your sweater might be on the ironing board.”
“Yes, right. It had fallen on the closet floor and needed ironing.” She headed back to the bedroom.
“I had many plans for your body tonight, and none of them involved groups of people.”
She returned seconds later, pulling the sweater over her head. “No groups, huh?”
“There are certain things I’m not willing to share.” He moved behind her, running his hands along her sides, his lips playing at the nape of her neck.
She rubbed her bottom to his front, rocking against his rapidly growing hard-on. Lust exploded through his veins, and he twisted her around, capturing her lips as the front door swung open.
Susan strolled in. “Could you two not have at each other, for at least one evening? It’s bad enough Miguel and I have to hear you two through the paper-thin walls. Now you’re going to fool around instead of getting your butts to the party?”
Greta’s cheeks reddened, and she disentangled her legs from around him. He kept his hands on her waist, not letting her put too much distance between them.
“We weren’t going to miss it. Just arrive fashionably late,” Jacob goaded. “Do you plan on staying to watch? Is listening no longer enough for you?”
“Maybe I will,” Susan deadpanned. “Watching the two of you would definitely be hot.”
Okay. She won.
Jacob shook his head and let go of Greta. “You’re even more of a perv than me.”
Susan’s smile sparkled as if she’d received the best compliment ever. “You better believe it. Now, come on, put on your sweater, Greta, and let’s go. It’s party time.”
Jacob shook his head. “We’d better listen. Right now, I’d feel safer in a room full of people than alone with her.”
Susan laughed, shoving Jacob. “Come on, Prince Charming, you don’t want to be late for your own ball.”
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“Admit it. You’re having fun.” Susan handed Greta what was sure to be some delicious alcoholic concoction.
After shelving the liquor and putting several juices back in the fridge, Susan came around and sat on the stool next to Greta’s.
“I never said this wouldn’t be fun.” Greta took a sip of her drink and moaned, relishing the sharp bite of vodka mixed with citrusy heaven. “You know, it’s impossible not to have a good time when you’re around. Plus,” she waved a hand around, encompassing the room, “this crowd is amazing.”
She scanned the apartment. The layout was similar to hers, and not a tiny place. Still, the number of people Susan and Miguel managed to fit into their place was mindboggling. It looked like everyone from the apartment complex, and most of Greta’s classes were here.
