Page 59 of Flat Out
Christ, she didn’t even know what she did to me.
Or maybe she did. Maybe she fucking loved it. She loved to be in control as much as I did.
"Good girl. So perfect," I breathed, dragging my thumb free, so fucking feral for her I thought I might combust.
And still—still—I didn't shove her face-first into the mattress and fuck her senseless like my body screamed to. Because I loved her more than I needed to own her. And right now, she needed my patience as much as she needed to come.
That was such a fucking lie. Why was I holding out?—
Both of our phones buzzed from opposite end tables. We both turned to look at hers—closest to us—to see a group FaceTime call from Kimi and Marco.
Oh, yeah. That was why. The shitstorm that was headed our way.
Aurélie sighed. "Why are they calling?"
"The inevitable," I muttered, reaching over to grab her phone off the charger. "Don't be a brat. Answer it. And please, keep it together or I won't let you come. Understand?"
Aurélie muttered something under her breath, and with another sip of coffee, she plucked the phone from my hand. She swiped to answer the call, and the screen split into two squares, Kimi and Marco each appearing in one, and the two of us in the little one in the corner.
The second she answered the call, chaos exploded through the phone.
“THERE THEY ARE!” Marco yelled so loudly that my head pounded for the first time since last night. “THE GRID’S ROYALTY! THE POWER COUPLE! THE SEXY NEW ERA!”
Kimi groaned beside him, rubbing his temples like he’d been hit by a truck. “You’re so fucking loud, Marco. Why are we awake? Why are they making us have a meeting? I didn’t sign up for this crusade.”
“First of all, shut the fuck up, you whiny bastard. You’re a hero. We're all heroes. And the internet loves us.” Marco grinned at the camera, eyes bloodshot, a giant bottle of water in his lap. "Second of all, you literallydidsign up for it when Fraser invited us on the plane." He rolled his eyes. "I woke Kimi up after I saw the email. He didn't appreciate it, as you can tell."
"Finns don't appreciate much other than fucking their siblings," Aurélie offered.
I snorted. Aurélie shifted subtly in my lap, and I took full fucking advantage, dragging my hand down the inside of her thighs, teasing her slick lips. She stiffened slightly but didn’t move away.
Good girl.
Kimi squinted at the screen. "That's rude, Dubois. I could point out that you look like you got hit by a car, but I really don't want to know why your hair looks like that."
"Oh, oh, oh! I do!" Marco said with a devious grin.
Aurélie smiled sweetly over the rim of her coffee cup—verysweetly, considering her hair did, in fact, look as though she’d been electrocuted. Absolutely wild. Tangled. Air-dried into pure rat's nest chaos. "Both of you can go fuck yourselves." She sounded devastatingly unimpressed. "Probably the only action you're getting anyway, since you're always too busy harassing us."
I laughed, and plunged two fingers into her, curling, in, out, over and over. Her jaw flexed, and from this angle, I saw her nipples peak under her shirt.
“Did you guys see the hashtag yet? Fucking beautiful.”
Aurélie raised a brow, drinking her coffee as if I wasn't touching her in an obscene way off-camera.
“#Caurélie, baby!” Marco crowed, fisting pumping the air. “Fucking trending in, like, six languages.”
Kimi leaned over, squinting at the screen. “Way better than that godawful Frabois bullshit they tried to push. Also, we all looked so good in last night's interview. No wonder we're trending.”
Marco jabbed at the screen. “See, Kimi—" He paused, eyes lighting up suddenly. "WAIT. Is that theLes Twisty-est Viragesshirt?"
Aurélie flushed dark pink when I shifted to pinch her clit, but managed to pinch the neckline of her shirt to lift it up slightly. “The one and only.”
Kimi huffed dramatically. “And yet, twelve hours ago you told us you hated us for the gift.”
Marco snorted. “Whatever. She's our fearless champion. Twisty-est fucking Virages, baby. Now you're leading a French revolution. I'm so proud.”
Aurélie laughed light and easy—God, the sexiest sound—and relaxed further into me, which was all the invitation I needed. I slid my fingers higher, collecting her wetness, and slowly dragged my arm around her hip, under her ass… all the way down to the tight little ring of muscle between her cheeks. My middle finger pressed against her asshole, and she fucking squeezed around me like a vice.
