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“But then again, I guess you did in the end. Those moans would have woken me from the dead.”
She laughed. “Please, John. I was so close. I-I need to finish.”
“Oh, you’re going to finish, but it won’t be on your own fingers, naughty girl.”
“You have to get Katy soon.”
“Want to bet on how many orgasms you’ll have before I go?” His hand pulled hers away, replacing the frantic motion she had been indulging in with a tortuously slow circle of her clit.
His fingers moved to her opening, one sliding inside her, pumping her closer and closer to the climax she was chasing.
“N-No. Just one.”
“Mm. I’m thinking at least three, baby.”
His lips captured hers and she rolled her hips, changing the angle of her body so he could pump his fingers deeper. As soon as she did that, he hit the spot that had stars exploding in her eyes.
“Good girl. You soaked my fingers with that one.”
Abby watched as John brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean. “Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how delicious you taste. I want you to do that again, but all over my tongue.”
“What about you?” John’s erection was pressing urgently into her.
“After. First you’ll come on my tongue. Then I’ll get that third orgasm out of you with my cock.”
Twenty-Six
“Hey, Hank. You got a second?”
Hank’s eyes moved from the files on his desk to John.
“Sit.”
“I’m sorry it’s taken me a week to say this, but thanks again for letting me take Abby home the other night so I could make sure she was okay.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that, John. Family comes first. You think I would have gone back to work if that had been Daisy? Hell no. I wouldn’t expect that of anyone who works for me.”
“I don’t understand what happened.”
“The details we have definitely don’t paint a very cohesive picture. I told Daisy no more girls’ nights out. They are nothing but trouble.”
John laughed. “How’d that go over for you?”
Hank smirked. “Let’s just say the phrase ‘she had me by my balls’ isn’t a euphemism. I forgot how stubborn she can be.”
“Maybe an end to girls’ night isn’t the answer. Maybe we just need one of us to be there, or they stay at one of our houses.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Although, the apartment above Emma’s is on the small side. It’s going to be tough when it’s Abby’s turn to host.”
Hank’s raised eyebrow was taunting John.
“I don’t think she’ll be in that apartment for much longer.”
“Oh, really?”
“I’m saying this as your friend, not as someone who directly reports to you… cut the shit and just say what you want to say.”
“I saw you at Sal’s. How you were with her. How concerned. How everything around you seemed to disappear when your focus was on her. In the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you like that. I thought it was because of Katy, but I don’t think that’s it now. You were just waiting.”