Page 109 of Whisking It All

“But I may have left a cheesecake in your fridge,” Tessa added with a wink.

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“I’m telling you, something is going on with Gavin,” Tessa said later that night as she put her toiletry bag into her suitcase and zipped it closed.

Jamie carried the suitcase into the living room and placed it beside his own at the front door so they would be easy to grab in the morning when Ethan arrived to drive them to the airport. Tessa followed him.

“Gavin is the most stable one of us all,” Jamie said. “I think you’re imagining things.”

“He hardly said anything at all tonight,” she continued, pulling her hair free from the bun she wore when she worked. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, swinging across her back as she turned and headed back into their bedroom.

“It’s the end of the semester. He’s always more focused on work this time of year,” Jamie said as he shed his sweater and tossed it into the hamper.

“I don’t think it’s work he’s focused on,” Tessa replied.

She shimmied out of her jeans. She hadn’t worn panties—again—and his cock swelled behind the zipper of his jeans as the knowledge that she’d been bare all day. Just like he’d asked.

She continued, “I think he’s seeing someone.”

“What, like a woman?” Jamie said skeptically as he undid his belt and kicked the bedroom door closed.

“Yeah.” Tessa removed her sweater and threw it in the pile on the floor with her jeans. Jamie snorted as he picked up the pile and moved it to the hamper. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Gavin doesn’t date,” Jamie said, adding his jeans to the dirty laundry.

“Ever?”

“Not since his divorce. Not really.” He turned to face Tessa just as she unhooked her bra, her breasts tumbling free. He wrapped his arms around her and planted a sucking kiss to the place where her neck met her shoulder as he walked her back towards their bed. “I’m done talking about Gavin for tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked with a laugh. “And what did you want to talk about?”

He dropped a hand between her legs, cupping her possessively. “No more talking.”

Her calves hit the edge of the bed and she sat, her hand in his hair pulling him down with her. “We have an early morning,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

“We’ll manage,” he said as he sank to his knees between her thighs.

Despite her words of protest, she dug her hand into his hair and guided him where she wanted him, his stubble scraping against her inner thighs.

“We can sleep on the plane,” he growled as she spread her knees, revealing herself to him. He ran his thumbs over her swollen folds, his fingers growing slick with her desire. “And you didn’t forget your panties this morning because you wanted me to leave this pussy alone,” he grunted before pressing his mouth to her.

She threw her head back as he licked her, steadying herself on the bed with one hand.

“Still want to go to sleep?” he asked.

The hand in his hair tightened, guiding him back to the stiff bud of her clit. He chuckled and sucked it into his mouth, nursing on it until it was swollen and pulsing against his tongue.

“No, but I don’t want to sleep on the plane either,” she said, panting as she ground herself against his face.

He slid two fingers into her wet heat, loving the way her body clutched at him as he entered her. “What did you want to do instead?” he asked. “Were you hoping I’d fuck you at thirty-five thousand feet?” He pumped into her steadily, slowly stroking her front wall.

“I just wondered how many times I can come before we get to Ireland,” she said, her hips bucking up to drive his fingers deeper within her.

“Greedy girl,” he tsked.

She laughed, the sound breaking off on a moan when he returned his tongue to her clit. “You love it,” she teased.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you,” he said.

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