Page 154 of Brooklyn Cupid

I think Lu is my drug. I want more. Now and for hours.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmur, kissing her everywhere I can reach.

Being with Lu is effortless.

I want to explore more with her.

And, oh, we will. A to Z. Maybe the Cyrillic version of it too.

54

LU

Jace is still asleepwhen I wake up, snug in his arms. My body is slightly sore from all the action last night, first on the couch, then Jace’s bed.

I wiggle out of his embrace, and he shifts onto his back, one arm raised above his head like he’s modeling for a raunchy bed photoshoot.

MyJace.

His body is powerful. It’s art. I’m still in disbelief that he is naked and next to me.

Slowly, I pull the sheet below his waist, to where it just barely covers his intimate parts, the shark tattoo ending at the fine dusting of hair.

Hello, Sharki.

I reach with my finger, wanting to trace its shape, hovering only an inch away.

A bark makes me jerk my hand away and my heart thud in panic.

My eyes snap at Jace.

There’s a grin on his lips, his half-open eyes smiling at me.

“Tsk, silly.” I pretend-slap him.

“You seem to really like that guy.” He flicks his eyes to his abdomen, the sheet slightly tenting.

“Yeah.” I laugh, burying my face in his warm chest, shy at the sign of his growing erection. “What made you get this?”

“A shark has great significance in indigenous cultures,” he explains as his fingers brush against the side of my arm. “The whole pyramid of symbols was supposed to anchor on the shark and its teeth, the symbol of male and spiritual power.”

“Why there?”

Jace rubs his eyes, grinning. “It wasn’t supposed to gothatlow.”

I hold back laughter. “You mean, it wasn’t meant to lead down south?”

I bring my forefinger to his abdomen and trail it down the shark tattoo. Jace sucks in his stomach, the sheet-tent below slowly pitching higher.

“No.” His eyes flicker to the tented sheet over his erection and then to me. “My indigenous tattooist might’ve been slightly high.”

Both of us break out in laughter, and he raises his knee under the sheet to hide his hardness.

“So was I.” He grins. “I’m kidding. It just… happened.”

“I love it. Jace, you might be the cutest person I’ve met.”

“Cute?” He cocks a brow. “Is that even flattering in guys?”

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