Page 92 of A Million Times, Yes
Seconds later, I got my wish.
“Jordan!” She gasped. “Oh God! Oh, oh God!”
What that did to me—her shuddering, her screaming—was send me right over the edge.
“Fuck yeah, give it to me!” My hips jerked, pausing as the sensation spiked, and I pumped out the first stream of cum. “Just like that!” I drove back toward my tip and forward again, burying myself in her wetness, and each motion drained a little bit more out of me. “Yes!”
By the time I was empty, she was quiet. Still. Looking at me from over her shoulder, panting, with the biggest smile on her face.
I rubbed my nose over hers and sighed. “I think we should get in the shower so I can wash some of this sweat off and clean you up.”
“And then you’re going to feed me beef Wellington. I can’t wait.”
I chuckled. “And then we’re going for round two.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Maya
I was swiping gloss over my lips when Emily appeared in the doorway of my bedroom, eyeing me up and down.
“Why are you looking all snazzy?” She crossed her arms. “I expected you to be swallowed under the covers in sweats, like me.”
I sprayed perfume on my neck and grabbed my purse, slipping the strap diagonally across my body. “Jordan invited me to his office—to show me something or tell me something, or something like that.” My shoulders sagged. “I’m honestly so tired, I can’t even think straight.”
“That’s because you’ve been running yourself into the ground for the last three weeks.” She walked in and took a seat on my bed. “If you don’t slow down, you’re going to get sick. Or worse.” She reached for my hand. “Babe, I’m worried.”
“I know.”
But the only way I could cover Mom’s bills and mine was if I worked doubles, and I’d just finished my fifth in a row, putting in more overtime than I ever had. That had been the case for the last three weeks.
I was trying to find a balance between the nights I spent at Jordan’s, running each morning, working thirteen hours, and doing it all over again the next day.
Physically, I was failing.
Mentally, I was too.
Something had to give.
“Tell me it’s coming to an end?” Emily squeezed my fingers.
“I hope so.”
Her smile was gentle and caring. “On the plus side, things with Jordan are going amazing.”
“I couldn’t be happier,” I whispered. Even my throat felt exhausted from all the talking at work. “Aside from you, he’s the light of my life.”
She bounced my hand in the air. “I want to cry, I’m so thrilled for you.”
“Don’t cry. Your eye makeup looks too pretty to ruin.”
“Well, I’m about to wash it off and sink into bed after I devour the pizza I just ordered. That’s why I came in—I wanted to see if you wanted to share it with me.”
I touched my stomach. “I could probably inhale half of it right now.”
“Jordan’s going to feed you—I’m sure of that.” She winked.
“He told me to come hungry, so I think you’re right.” I laughed. “But I know you weren’t talking about food.”
