Page 54 of The Alice Equation (The Laws of Love 1)

And sucked.

Alice was quite sure she had died and gone to heaven.

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The clatter of a chair hitting the kitchen floor jerked his head up. He blinked. Somehow they were semi-sprawled over the tabletop, and if he’d had a skerrick of common sense left inside his head—which he didn’t—he might have stopped right there; but surveying the damage also meant seeing the ball-boggling sight of Alice, one pink nipple exposed over her lacy blue bra, lips bruised from their kissing frenzy, pupils dilated… hair tousled… by him… All of this—hisdoing.

He watched her small teeth indent her lower lip; her eyes riveted to his crotch. The air huffed out of his nostrils before their bodies crashed together again. With a grunt Aaron hoisted her butt onto the table. Immediately she pinned him to her, and his gaze dropped to the dress riding up her thighs… Christ, she was wearing suspenders! He glanced around to where her legs clasped his buttocks and something about the sight of suspenders at one end and those ridiculous bunny slippers at the other was so erotic his balls drew tight and his cock bucked.

“Oh… god… you… are…” he muttered as Alice pulled his head down to her mouth again with a whimper. “Beautiful,” he got out in between deep kisses. He pushed into the v between her legs; another whimper that could have been his name. Her panties were slippery and warm against his crotch. Surprisingly nimble fingers worked his zipper… an invitation for him to return the favour. He let his palm shift up her thigh until his touch skimmed the soft skin above her stockings, flicked aside the gusset of her panties.

“Oh, oh. Oh, ahhhh!” Hot sweet breath tickled his ear as she ground herself into his fingers. Christ, she was soaking wet.

Heat and moisture, the musky scent of their shared arousal and he had to taste her, right now. He pulled away and kneeled between her legs… his mouth hungry as hell.

Slam. Tap tap tap. Thud, thuddity thud. Two pairs of footsteps on the hall floorboards and Alice had catapulted off the table before he’d even quite registered she’d gone.

Shit on wheels. Polly and…?

Jumping up, Aaron was over at the window in two strides, willing his erection into oblivion while his hands dug deep in his pockets to give his strangled cock more breathing space.

Polly’s voice split the air. “Well, hello there—have we just interrupted something?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Alice squeaked from some distance away. How had she got that far that fast? “Aaron was just leaving, actually.”

More like coming… Hell, this really wasn’t the right time for his brain to manufacture wisecracks. He’d been caught teetering on the verge of cunnilingus with Alice on her kitchen table. Not smart.

Dumb. As. Fuck. In fact.

He forced a smile onto his lips and glanced over his shoulder. “Poll. Oh, Jake. Hi there.” He feigned surprise. Why, he didn’t have a clue, everyone was used to man-bun Jake and Polly. A non-item who often ended up an item.

Guess this was an item night.

By now the lid on his libido was snapped safely shut, but in its place came the oddest empty feeling. Like he’d lost something precious. It roiled low in his gut. He made the mistake of turning around and casting a furtive glance at Alice.

Even though her hair looked like a family of magpies had just vacated and her chafed mouth looked like someone had painted clown lips on her, he still wanted to make love to her so much it hurt.

Make love to her?

Rationally, that was nonsense.

Except it didn’tfeellike nonsense.

Pushing off the bench, he went to grab his jacket off the chair. “Yeah, I’m off.” His mouth still tasted of Alice’s. “I came back for one of Al’s hot chocolates because I was too wasted to drive. But, ha-ha”—his laugh was as dry as bark—“the plan went a bit wrong, seems we polished off your tequila, Poll, sorry.” He cocked a casual eyebrow at Alice. “Keys, please?”

She looked at him horrified. “You can’t drive, not after…” Her words trailed off and she went beet-red in the face.

He tutted his lips impatiently and saw her features pinch with hurt. “I’ll grab a cab. Give me the keys and I’ll come and pick my car up in the morning; that way I won’t disturb you.”

“Don’t leave on our behalf.” Polly was clearly concealing a smirk, as was bun-man.

Aaron raked a hand casually through his hair, located his phone and busied himself with tracking an Uber ride. Luckily, there was one three minutes away. Alice was foraging around in her handbag; she took out his car keys and walked towards him without looking at him.

“Sure you don’t want to join us for a beer?” Jake said as he raided the fridge with the confidence of a guy who came here often.

Jerk.Aaron shook his head.

Alice plonked the keys with athwackinto his outstretched palm and flounced towards the door. “I’ll see you out.”

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