Page 80 of Give My Everything
“You must remember what that was like back when you and your husband were our age, right?”
Krissa’s mouth drops open, and she looks like someone just spat in her face.
I feel like my brain is short-circuiting and I want to burst into laughter, but Remmy keeps talking.
“God, that feeling when you just…”
She lets out a long sigh and allows her eyes to slip closed as she takes another step forward, our fronts pressed together.
“…can’t get enough of each other. When you live your life for that next moment when you can be pressed together.”
Her hand takes mine and places it on her hip then slides up my arm and down my chest, one finger scratching across my nipple through my shirt, sending a quick zing through my body.
Fuck, everything she’s doing is setting off shoots of lightning in my muscles.
Then I feel it. Her hand pressed between my legs as she leans forward and places a kiss on my neck. My hand on her hip squeezes and I have to fight not to close my eyes.
“God, I’m so horny all the time,” Remmy whispers, “and Ben knows how to hold me down and give it to me just like I need it.”
I swallow, my entire body ready to take Remmy into a back room and give herexactlywhat she needs.
“I can’t believe you act like this in public,” Krissa’s voice says from my left, sounding tinny, like she’s talking at me underwater.
But I don’t allow my attention to be truly divided. I don’t even look at her. I can’t.
Instead, I focus on Remmy pressed against me, her hand between my thighs, and I feel my resolve slipping.
Then suddenly, the heat from her body is gone and I refocus my eyes.
Remmy stands in front of me with a weird expression on her face.
“She left. God, Ben, I’m so sorry. I know you said no more stuff in public and we’re trying to draw the line at friendship, but I just…shit, I could just feel the bitchiness radiating off of her and I couldn’t…”
I grab Remmy by the hand and drag her behind me, toward the door that saysStaff Only. I don’t even stop, just walk right in, pull Remmy in as well, and slam the door shut, turning the lock.
“Are you really that mad? I said—”
But she doesn’t get out any more words because I shove her back against the door we just came through and silence her with my lips.
She makes a surprised noise but instantly responds, her mouth opening to mine, our tongues twisting together in a dance that’s all our own.
I don’t allow myself to focus on all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this with her. Instead I focus on what I should have been thinking about the other times she’s tried to get something physical going.
How good she tastes.
How her ass feels in my hands.
How hard my dick gets when she presses against me.
The question is no longer whether something physical is a good idea. Instead, it’s whether or not we can fuck on the couch back here and be quick enough and quiet enough that nobody will notice.
Our hands are everywhere, and I can feel Remmy’s desperate need to continue whatever this is between us as surely as I can feel my own heart beating.
“On the couch,” I whisper as we pull back from each other and start peeling our clothes off.
I take my pants and lay them out on the couch so I’m not resting my naked ass on it, then I strip down my boxers, leaving my shirt and tie on.
Once I’m sitting, I realize Remmy is completely naked and I missed the show.
