Page 16 of More than Friends

I laugh. I let my eyes trail down his body. He’s not wearing a shirt – just a pair of holiday pajama bottoms. His erection making an impressive tent in his pants. “I’m guessing you’re not wearing any underwear.”

He takes a tiny step closer. “Correct.”

I close my eyes – thinking about the last time we were together. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s been over a month, and it occupies nearly every free thought.

“Whatcha thinking about, Buttercup?”

“You.”

His mouth pulls into a half smile. He slides his hand around the back of my neck and cups the base of my head, pulling my hair just slightly. I feel like every part of me is willing to surrender to him at this moment. I’d literally let him do anything to me he wanted. He presses his mouth to mine – there’s a feverish scramble to remove my clothes. He stops once I’m down to my panties and grins. “So it is Christmas underwear.”

“Dex, you know I like to do things all the way.”

His mouth is on mine again, we’re stumbling toward the bed. We fall forward together – as we hit the bed, it makes a horribly loud creaking noise. We both freeze. Any tiny shift of our weight causes sound to bounce off the walls.

“Shit,” he whispers.

I’m dying for him right now. I’m not going to let a creaky bed stop this from happening.

I stand up. “Behind.”

He stands behind me and slides my panties down. I groan and he clamps his hand over my mouth.

“No noise. Can you handle me without screaming, Buttercup?”

He lowers his hand, and I look back at him over my shoulder. “Keep it. I liked it.”

His eyebrow arches, and he cups his hand over my mouth again.

He bends me over, hand firmly on my mouth and whispers in my ear. “Not. A. Sound.” ‘

Declan and Maggie Text Thread

Maggie: I’ve just boarded a plane. The guy beside me is eating a tuna sandwich. That should be illegal, right?

Declan: Maybe you should talk to Elizabeth about it? Maybe she could pull some strings and make that happen?

Maggie: What’s worst a tuna sandwich or an egg salad sandwich?

Declan: To eat?

Maggie: No to smell on a plane.

Declan: Does he have both – wow, that’s rough.

Maggie: No. Just the tuna. I’m just wondering which would be worse.

Declan: Egg salad – no contest.

Maggie: Yeah. You’re probably right. I guess I should be thankful.

Declan: That’s what I love about you. Always finding the silver lining.

Maggie: Could be cooked broccoli – that would be rough.

Declan: Oof – yes. Good to eat. Bad to smell.

Maggie: About to take off – wish me luck.

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