“I wanted to keep going with that blowjob,” she said, forcing herself to see his reaction. His eyes seemed to gloss over, like he was right back to her mouth tight around him. “I wanted to play you like you played me this morning.”
“Really?” He ran his fingers through his stubble. “Tell me more.”
She wasn’t sure she could. Not when they were sitting like this, like friends, on a bed together. When he called her Dirty Girl and had his hands all over her, she could say the words he demanded from her. But now…
“You first,” she said.
He didn’t hesitate. “When I was inside you”—the bed squeaked slightly as he leaned closer to her, so close his sturdy frame could have swallowed her up—“I forgot where I was for a minute.” There was vodka on his breath, lust in his eyes. “It, you, felt so fucking good. It was like I was nowhere and everywhere.”
How am I going to top that? She couldn’t. Instead she just said, “Me too.”
He ran the lip of the bottle along his own lips, took a long drink. “It’s too bad that was a onetime thing.” The words came out as a tease. “I’d really like to let you finish that blowjob.”
She wanted to laugh from nervousness, but she forced herself to sit still. His eyes traveled along her face, down to her lips, and she couldn’t help but lick them in response.
Could she just bend over and take him into her mouth? Valerie didn’t do things like that on her own. Alec’s touch brought out that side of her. Clearly she needed him to, because she was motionless.
She hoped he might make her be his Dirty Girl again, now. In fact she was screaming inside for how much she wanted him to. For him to say, Show me how it feels to come in your mouth, Dirty Girl.
But he didn’t move. He just sat there, teasing his lips along the mouth of the bottle, making her crave his kiss even more. Making it clear she would have to make the first move.
She understood that if the rule was going to be broken, he was going to force her to be the one to break it.
Wow, did she ever want to. Her body simmered at the thought of having him in her mouth, controlling his pleasure, teasing and sucking at him until he came at the back of her throat. Letting him know what an amazing fucking blowjob she could really give, but if she was confused now, what would another round of the hottest sex she’d ever had in her life with her best friend be like?
She had to go back to being just his friend after this weekend, if she finally went to visit him in L.A. and had to stand next to all those other women. If she craved him again like this now, more of Alec would only make her crave him more.
“Yeah,” she managed to choke out, “too bad.”
He took another drink and stared at her for a long minute, the deep brown of his eyes lightening slightly as they started to water. He gave her one last chance before he got up and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower, if that’s cool.”
He closed the door behind him, and the moment was gone.
She’d let it slip by, but it was for the best. She heard the water turn on, and she continued to try and convince herself of that.
As a reminder of her real life, she picked up her phone and checked her email. What she was waiting for there was what she wanted—the only thing before this weekend that she’d ever wanted this badly.
The London Philharmonic. But her inbox still didn’t hold an email from them. After this weekend, if she finally got London, would she still want Alec? Would he ever be able to commit to more than just wanting her? Would she ever be able to admit she needed him to?
Chapter Nine
Reece Freedland swung two golf putters in her hand. “You guys didn’t finish the obstacle course. You missed the catered barbecue lunch,” she droned on, “and you missed cocktails.” A miniature windmill whirled behind her. A “waterfall” dripped into a “lake” the size of a baby pool at her side.
Valerie’s
“Really?” He ran his fingers through his stubble. “Tell me more.”
She wasn’t sure she could. Not when they were sitting like this, like friends, on a bed together. When he called her Dirty Girl and had his hands all over her, she could say the words he demanded from her. But now…
“You first,” she said.
He didn’t hesitate. “When I was inside you”—the bed squeaked slightly as he leaned closer to her, so close his sturdy frame could have swallowed her up—“I forgot where I was for a minute.” There was vodka on his breath, lust in his eyes. “It, you, felt so fucking good. It was like I was nowhere and everywhere.”
How am I going to top that? She couldn’t. Instead she just said, “Me too.”
He ran the lip of the bottle along his own lips, took a long drink. “It’s too bad that was a onetime thing.” The words came out as a tease. “I’d really like to let you finish that blowjob.”
She wanted to laugh from nervousness, but she forced herself to sit still. His eyes traveled along her face, down to her lips, and she couldn’t help but lick them in response.
Could she just bend over and take him into her mouth? Valerie didn’t do things like that on her own. Alec’s touch brought out that side of her. Clearly she needed him to, because she was motionless.
She hoped he might make her be his Dirty Girl again, now. In fact she was screaming inside for how much she wanted him to. For him to say, Show me how it feels to come in your mouth, Dirty Girl.
But he didn’t move. He just sat there, teasing his lips along the mouth of the bottle, making her crave his kiss even more. Making it clear she would have to make the first move.
She understood that if the rule was going to be broken, he was going to force her to be the one to break it.
Wow, did she ever want to. Her body simmered at the thought of having him in her mouth, controlling his pleasure, teasing and sucking at him until he came at the back of her throat. Letting him know what an amazing fucking blowjob she could really give, but if she was confused now, what would another round of the hottest sex she’d ever had in her life with her best friend be like?
She had to go back to being just his friend after this weekend, if she finally went to visit him in L.A. and had to stand next to all those other women. If she craved him again like this now, more of Alec would only make her crave him more.
“Yeah,” she managed to choke out, “too bad.”
He took another drink and stared at her for a long minute, the deep brown of his eyes lightening slightly as they started to water. He gave her one last chance before he got up and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower, if that’s cool.”
He closed the door behind him, and the moment was gone.
She’d let it slip by, but it was for the best. She heard the water turn on, and she continued to try and convince herself of that.
As a reminder of her real life, she picked up her phone and checked her email. What she was waiting for there was what she wanted—the only thing before this weekend that she’d ever wanted this badly.
The London Philharmonic. But her inbox still didn’t hold an email from them. After this weekend, if she finally got London, would she still want Alec? Would he ever be able to commit to more than just wanting her? Would she ever be able to admit she needed him to?
Chapter Nine
Reece Freedland swung two golf putters in her hand. “You guys didn’t finish the obstacle course. You missed the catered barbecue lunch,” she droned on, “and you missed cocktails.” A miniature windmill whirled behind her. A “waterfall” dripped into a “lake” the size of a baby pool at her side.
Valerie’s
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