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Annie looks away, presumably to hide her feelings. “I see.” Turning in bed to face me, she cocks her head to the side. “Then we better make this the best night of our lives, right?”
My face must fall with disappointment because she leans in to kiss me as a consolation prize. When she pulls away from the kiss, my lips are warm. “I understand,” I reply. “Tell me how you want it next?”
“You can go again so soon?” Her eyes light up. “Right now?”
I lick my lips and bite the corner of my bottom lip. Her cheeks redden. “Oh, baby, you just promised the best night of my life. I fully intend on cashing in on that. Tell me how you want it.”
Annie’s face reddens even further, her creamy skin flushed crimson on her neck and chest. “Well, you do give insanely good head,” she says, casting her long lashes down.
“Are you being bashful?” I ask, my dick standing straight up at attention.
“No!” Annie exclaims. “Of course not. It’s just sort of… greedy to ask for more after you were so generous already.”
“Annie,” I rasp. “Shut up and sit on my fucking face.”
She giggles but obeys, her wet pussy dripping on my nose and cheeks. I eat her out until she’s screaming my name and her body is limp from multiple orgasms, then I fuck her doggy style while I watch her face contort in ecstasy in the wide mirror on my wall. Our go-to move in between sessions is her riding my face. She can’t get enough and doesn’t need to rest in between. Intense orgasms, one after another, are how she recovers. The sun is rising by the time we go in for round five, and I know how to play her body like a goddamn instrument. Her clit is mine, and I can deconstruct her in mere minutes by using it. What she does to my body defies all possible logic. She edges me close to the brink and then walks me back, and by the time I come, it feels like my entire body might shatter if I don’t get inside her to release.
I’m sure about a lot of things, I have to be, but this one I know for certain: this one-night stand is the best one I will ever have in my life.
CHAPTER FOUR
Auden
The OPEN sign buzzes to life when I tap the button. The storefront is quiet this early in the morning. Leaving Beckett wasn’t easy, in fact, it was downright torturous knowing it was coming to an end. The best sex of my life took place all night long. I snuck out of the fire escape in his bedroom window after he passed out. I did go home to shower and change clothes, but I haven’t slept a wink. Sleeping is of little consequence when I’m still reliving every moment with the guy of my dreams. What would have happened if I had stayed? Would he have taken me to breakfast? The conversation surely would have been weird after he had his face and dick in every place the good lord split.
He doesn’t know my real name. Most likely, I’ll never see him again, which is what he wants, I’m sure. The story he gave about only being able to see me for a month reeked of lies. Walker made me immune to lies and bullshit excuses. Men just don’t want to go all-in with me. I adjust a few racks and unpackaged new merchandise while checking my watch. We’re not officially open for another hour, but I figure if I’m here, I might as well take customers.
The boutique is my safe haven. I threw everything I had into making it successful. After the recession took hold, the government started handing out business loans left and right to stimulate the economy. I had always wanted to own my own pet store, and Walker left me, so this was my pet project—the first attempt to fill the void in my heart left by the bastard. It has a vintage feel with furniture I brought back to life from the antique shop two blocks over. All of the stands that hold doggy sweatshirts and high-end collars are armoires covered in ivy and crawling plants. Customers love it not only for the unique products I offer but also because it’s a selfie mecca. Everything has an aesthetic edge. It’s a magical, whimsical place that makes my heart sing. Usually. Today, a thick fog of dread hangs over me and this entire building. I text my friends to let them know I’m alive, and I think they might be right. Their talking points last night are valid. After I do that chore, crossing my fingers they’re all still sleeping. I call Ramsey. As always, she answers on the first ring.
“About last night,” I say, sighing dreamily.
She squeals. “Tell me everything.”
“He was super hot. The hottest I’ve had in a while.”
I hear clinking in the background. Her morning espresso for sure. “But how was the sex?”
If I told her the truth, it would scare her or make her seek him out for a night for herself. I don’t want either to happen. “The best I’ve ever had. I’ll keep it PG to keep it classy, but the man was inhuman in stamina and was hung like a beautiful warrior. He was tall and muscular, with this jawline, and oh my god, his smile. I’m getting wet thinking about it.” And what he did with his mouth. I cross my legs on the other side and hook my heel onto the stool I’m sitting on. “I just, I just, I don’t know. I think my period is coming. I’m emotional.”
“Good lord. When are you seeing him again? He fucked you right to the Promised Land, Auden. Not only am I jealous, but you might have found the one.”
“The one? What does that even mean?” I counter.
“The guy that will make Walker look like a piece of chump change.”
I twirl a necklace on the stand that sits on the table by the register. “He already did last night.”
Ramsey slurps coffee but then starts laying into me and lecturing me on giving men a chance outside of the bedroom instead of just inside of it. You think she’d take her own advice? Oh, no. Never. “Please tell me you got his number.”
Pressing my lips together, I ready for her anger. “No. Holy shit, wait,” I say, remembering the hazy time we spent at the bar. “I do have his number.”
“Call it. Call it right now. Ask the man for a date. Then force him into another round.”
I clear my throat and spin awkwardly on my seat. “I wouldn’t have to force him. He said, well, he said he’d do more than one night. I was kind of the holdup.”
“Sometimes, I don’t know why you’re my best friend. I get subpar sex in a bar bathroom and you get full nights of having your world rocked. You’re just not appreciative.”
“You’re my friend because no one else would be your friend. You’re a little pushy,” I tease. “And you’re the one meeting men in bathrooms, you ho. Get some standards.”
