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“I know it,” I say, tears blurring my vision again.
“Looks like we’re having an early lunch.” Julie’s voice is full of amusement, considering it’s barely ten-thirty. “Then we can all go lay on the floor of my office because we’ll need to after this. Bring your laptops. We can work from there.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” Hallie says, bumping her hip up against mine. “Tell your billionaire boyfriend he can send us lunch for breakfast any time.”
“I’ll be sure to do exactly that.” I grin at her, then settle back down at the island. Thirty seconds later, I have a pile of french fries in front of me and my best friends around me, and it’s the most perfect morning of all.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Gabe
“Fuck, those glasses. They just get me every single time.”
I look up from where I’m lying on the living room couch to see Molly standing in the doorway. My smile spreads as I take her in. Purple leggings, a purple and white striped hoodie, and pink polka dot socks. Hair pulled up in a haphazard bun with some pieces falling out around her face. She looks cozy and gorgeous, and I barely resist the urge to rub my hand over my heart. Just the sight of her makes my chest ache.
“If they make you look at me like that, I should start wearing them more often.”
“Oh, you absolutely should,” she says, sauntering towards me, dropping her various bags as she does, and tossing her phone and car keys on a chair. She pulls off her hoodie and throws it on the floor, and pulls the tie out of her hair, letting her curls tumble down her back.
I grin at the trail of stuff she leaves in her wake. It’s one of the most unexpected joys of our living arrangement. Shoes kicked off into random corners of the room and jackets tossed over chairs. Her nail polish scattered over the coffee table and her sketch books strewn around. Her skincare bottles and jarson the bathroom sink and her fancy underwear hanging to dry in the laundry room.
Her stuff mixed in with mine. All of it proof that she’s here and she’s real. And after San Francisco, proof this is happening, just the way I always hoped it would. I love every single cluttered inch.
Molly lays down right on top of me on the couch, plucking the comic book I was reading out of my hands and studying it. “I don’t know how it’s possible that you are at least eighty percent hotter now than when I left you this morning. I think maybe it’s the glasses/comic book combo. The whole hot nerd thing really gets me going.”
“Does it?” I murmur, running my hands up her body to skim the sides of her breasts. I tangle them in her hair, pulling her down for a slow, dizzying kiss. Tongues dancing. Licking. Tasting. Sighing into each other’s mouths.
Home. This is home.
“So much,” she mutters, gasping a little when I break the kiss, trailing my lips over her jaw, licking and sucking at the skin behind her ear.
Molly pushes up to sit on her knees, pulling me with her. She wraps her hands around my neck and, with a wicked grin, grinds down on my already hard cock. Pleasure shoots through me and I hiss out a breath, making her grin even harder and slide off my lap, sinking to her knees in front of the couch.
“I want to show you.”
“Fuck. Yes. Please,” I grit out, turning on the couch to face her, my feet flat on the floor. I go to take off my glasses, and she stops me with a hand on my arm.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I want to suck your cock until you come down my throat while you wear your glasses, then I want you to fuck me in them later. Take your dick out, Gabe. Let me see every perfect inch.”
Fuck.
I’ve never moved faster in my life.
I shove my sweatpants and boxer briefs down at the same time, almost falling sideways in my haste to get them off. My cock springs free, practically slapping my stomach with how hard it is, and by the time I finally untangle all the fabric from my legs and toss it aside, we’re both laughing hysterically.
Until we’re not.
Molly looks down at me and licks her lips, an unholy gleam in her eye as I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking slowly, rolling my hand over my leaking head until I’m practically panting. Molly watches, her eyes tracking the motion of my hand. I wonder briefly if she’ll let me keep going until I get myself off and, if so, whether she’ll let me come on her tits, and just the visual of that turns my cock to steel. I’m just skirting the edge when Molly bats my hand away.
“No more touching what’s mine,” she says, her voice low, a little desperate. Just the way I like her.
“Yours, huh?” I ask, leaning back on my hands, my hard cock bobbing up in between us. “What are you planning to do with it then?”
Molly smirks at me and dives down, licking my shaft from root to tip, flattening her tongue and swiping over my head.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, and then my ability to make words dies because Molly slides my cock into her mouth, taking me so far that stars dot my vision. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, and it’s possible this is how I die. Right here, on this couch, with my dick in Molly’s throat.
What a way to go though.
