Page 59 of Sugarlips
The moment his touch brushed across my swollen clit, I was done. I cried out, legs trembling and possessed by my lust, I exploded as a carnal sound tore from my throat. Blazing heat detonated through me, contracting my muscles around his cock, still pulsing in hurried thrusts inside of me.
He freed my hands, pushing up onto his elbows as his climax followed directly after mine. I was still riding the waves, convulsing around him as he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy, the muscles and lines of his biceps corded with tension.
His shaft pulsed, throbbing violently within me as he rocked against me, milking every last drop of pleasure he could from my pussy. Eventually, his hard, shallow breaths slowed, lengthening back to normal and we both sighed, exhaling in that satiated way that only the release of long-built tension could allow.
With a curl of his finger, he twisted a coil of my hair around his knuckle and kissed me with a careful and deliberate sweep of his tongue across mine. “You know,” he said, his voice raspy. “Having you here each morning might not be the most time-effective choice.”
I sat up quickly on my elbows. “Why?”
He jerked his head toward the closed office door, then leaned down and bumped his nose to mine with a chuckle. “Because one more second out there, and we would have violated about a hundred health codes. Do you know howlongit would have taken to sanitize that kitchen after sex?”
23
Liam
The remaining two days in the week flew by and I felt like a completely new person once I got a couple days with an extra hour or two of sleep thanks to Chloe.
However,nothanksto Chloe, she kept our schedules packed and planned to the minute. Neil and I filmed all kinds of social media content on her phone, so that she could get clips of us together before he left.
And she’d kept her word when she said our night together was a one-time only thing. But there was a change in how we acted around each other. Even while we baked yesterday morning, her hand would brush mine, her touch lingering. I’d look up from where I was whipping the cream and find her staring at me.
And damn I liked it. I would take Chloe anyway I could get her; And eventually, I felt confident that she would see how good we were together. I just hoped “eventually” came sooner rather than later.
Elaina meant the world to her and she would never hurt her sister. My only hope was that once Elaina got over the pain of her and Neil’s breakup, Chloe and I could be together.
When the day of Mom’s surgery rolled around, my phone alarm blared at four in the morning. The plan was to meet Finn, Addy, and Neil at Mom’s house and caravan down to Boston General together in two cars, just in case someone had to rush back to Maple Grove for any unforeseen reason.
The sun hadn’t yet risen over the horizon and crickets still chirped, singing their evening song as I locked my front door, packed duffel bag slung around my shoulder.
When I turned toward my car, I startled, finding Chloe parked out front, leaning against her car. Arms casually folded across her chest, she smiled at me in a greeting.
“What are you doing here?”
She rolled her eyes and tugged the door open. “You didn’treallythink I was going to let you go to your mom’s surgery alone, did you?”
“I’m not alone, I’ve got Neil and Addy and…wait. You’re driving to Boston with me?”
“You were there for me on one of the worst nights of my very charmed life. So, yes… I’m driving you to Boston.” She jerked her head to the passenger side door. “Get in. I already texted Addy that they don’t need to wait on you.”
Utterly and completely surprised, I circled her car to the passenger side. Still stunned as I opened the door, there was a square Tupperware on my seat. I lifted it and climbed in, popping open the lid.
Inside were four of the most wretched looking muffins I’d ever seen in my life. Dry crumbles surrounded them and the “frosting,” if you could call it that, was globbed on and lumpy. “Er… what are these?” Hell, I thought she had learned something these last two days baking with me.
Apparently not.
“Carrot and cranberry muffins.”
“Carrotand cranberry?” I repeated, unable to keep my face impassive and clicked my seatbelt into the buckle at my hip.
“Yeah,” she said, turning the engine over and starting the car. “It was supposed to be pumpkin and cranberry, but I didn’t have any pumpkin, so I substituted carrots.”
“Yeah, those two things aren’t exactly interchangeable.” My mouth twisted in disgust as I dipped my finger into the frosting on top. A hard chunk of unblended butter collided with the tip of my finger, and my stomach roiled.
It occurred to me that Chloe’s tasks when we baked consisted mostly of mixing and pouring the batter—but most of the ingredients and mixes were prepped already from the day before. Maybe I needed to expand her baking lessons.
“Well, go ahead. Have one,” Chloe prodded. “I know you’re hungry. You always eat early in the morning.”
“Um… sure. Yeah, thanks, Chloe.” I gingerly lifted one of the muffins out of the Tupperware and brought it to my lips. Chunks of shredded carrot spiked out from the side of the dry, crumbling wall of the muffin. Maybe they tasted better than they looked?Well, there’s only one way to find out. Here goes nothing.
