“I had fun…especially kickin’ your ass.”
I elbow him in the chest. “Okay, you can stop sayin’ that now.”
He chuckles, gripping my chin and pulling me in for another kiss. “I will always let you win first when weplayin private.”
“Is that so? I think you might haveta prove that to me…”
He reveals a cocky smirk. “Take me to your room and I will.”
“With my parents here?” I whisper.
I’ve never had a boy in my room before, and I’m not so sure what they’d think if they found him in there.
He leans in and seductively presses his mouth to my ear. “You’re gonna haveta be quiet. Think you can do that?”
When he kisses my neck, I inhale sharply at how good it feels when he touches me. “That’s so not fair.”
“Not complainin’ about my skills now, are ya?”
Definitely not.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Waylon
It’s been three days since I’ve seen Harlow and I’m already having withdrawals. I never thought I’d be that guy who wants to see a girl all the time, but when we’re apart, I miss her like crazy.
I’m obsessed.
Between our work schedules, and her staying home with her dad, we haven’t been able to hang out. But we text throughout the day as much as we can.
Then at night, we video chat and I talk her through giving herself an orgasm—but now I don’t have to hold back like I did before. I can tell her all the filthy ways I’d touch and pleasure her if I were there with her.
Harlow: What time should I come over tonight?
Since she only works until four and her mom will be home, we can finally make plans.
Waylon: I’ll be done and showered by 6. Do you want to grab something to eat then?
Harlow: Sure, and then we can go back to your place and you can eat me for dessert.
Jesus Christ.
Waylon: Baby! You can’t just say that when I’m working.
Harlow: Why not?
Waylon: Safety hazard. I could’ve driven into something.
Harlow: Are you driving right now?
Waylon: No, I’m about to walk to The Lodge to eat breakfast with Wilder.
Harlow: So I shouldn’t tell you that tonight I’d like your tongue between my thighs? For educational purposes…
Waylon: I’m about to ditch work and speed over to your house right now if you don’t stop torturing me.
And because she loves to tease the hell out of me, she sends a photo of herself only wearing panties in bed.