LAURA I blinked at him. “We’re making out, aren’t we?”“Yes, but what are you doing?”Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he flicked my nipple with his thumb through my dress. My lips parted as pleasure shot through me, and his eyes locked on them before he leaned forward with a groan and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. When he pulled away, I followed, cupping his jaws and kissing him.His big body shuddered under mine and I thought maybe it had to do with our kiss. It was a slow, drugging kiss, and if I could think properly, I would be concerned that I was kissing him like that, but I wasn’t and that was why I pushed my hands under the lapels of his tux, seeking more contact. I wanted to feel his skin on mine with nothing between us. He wrenched his lips away from mine, his chest flying up and down with his harsh breathing. Removing my hands from his face, he dropped them on my thigh and held them there, pinning me in place with just his hands—and the intensity of his too-gr

LAURAHe jerked up from the bed when I took him into my mouth, and I pushed him back down, pressing my palm flat against his stomach. It quivered under my hand, a testament to the fact that he loved what I was doing to him. That his grip on control was slipping fast and right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it, but watch as I wrecked him. Letting him out of my mouth, I dragged my tongue along the side of him, tonguing those thick, prominent veins that ran down his length. “Fuck,” he breathed as his head fell back on the bed. I dragged the hand on his stomach slowly downward, scratching him lightly with my nails and moaning when he shivered. Cupping his sac in my palm, I massaged them, squeezing lightly then releasing as I worked his cock. I bobbed my head up and down on him in quick successions, then slipped him out until it was remaining just the tip, before I tightened my lips around him and sucked. My name was a steady cry on his lips at this point, a

LAURAThe flight was short and uneventful. I admit that it was mostly—okay, entirely—because I spent the time over-thinking my and Alex’s…relationship…to death. The fact that he’d been right there hadn’t helped either. He’d wanted to sit with me, I could tell, but then he’d taken one look at my face and swivelled right, opting to sit next to Drew instead. Apparently, I didn’t give Drew enough credit for his observatory skills because he’d witnessed the whole thing—the wink he’d given me after was confirmation enough. I’d rolled my eyes and looked way. Not surprisingly, Drew and I had gotten closer over the month and we had plans of having coffee together when we’d all settled back into our normal daily routines. He knew the status of my relationship with Alex but he didn’t know that I’d agreed to meet with him when we got back, mainly because he didn’t need to know. Plus, it hadn’t come up in any of our conversations. That was why he knew that Alex and I were fucking each other’s

LAURA“Damn,” someone muttered.If I had to guess, my outfit was what prompted the cursing. Looking up from my phone, I found Derrick, a guy who lived in my building, standing there. Actually, it looked like he’d abruptly paused mid-stride. His eyes were wide as they dragged down my form, and I was positive that if he kept his mouth open much longer, he’d attract flies. I was right after all. It was my outfit. “Hi, Derrick.” I gave him a small smile and briskly continued walking. I was almost out of the building when he caught up to me, stopping me with a gentle grip on my elbow. My smile slipped. I gave him a look, then dropped my eyes to his hand on my elbow pointedly.He took the hint, smiling sheepishly as his hand fell back to his side. “Sorry.” His eyes darted away as he rubbed his neck, so nervous I could almost taste it. “It’s just… I’ve been trying to reach you.” When I simply cocked a brow, he swallowed. “Y-you didn’t respond to my texts or calls, and when I asked about

LAURA “What?”After what had felt like ages of holding on to each other as if we’d both needed to feel grounded after the earth-shattering sex we’d had, Alex and I had finally managed to drag ourselves out of the restroom. There’d been a knowing look in the waiter’s eyes when she’d come to take our order but she’d been very professional. I was straightening my top when I’d felt the heat of eyes on me and had looked up to find Alex staring at me. “You were late,” he stated, serious as a heart attack.“I was stuck in traffic.” We’d skipped everything—greetings, talk and food—and gone straight to fucking because I’d been so hot for him, and I’d completely forgot that I was late. I guess we were going to talk about it now.“I offered to come get you.”Traffic was traffic. What difference would it have made?“Would you have preferred it if we’d both been stuck in traffic?” I asked sarcastically.He blinked. “Yes.”It was my turn to blink. “I don’t see how—”“I’d pick sitting with you in