Page 18 of Revenge Puck

He isn’t trying to charm or impress me. Or even romance me as he?—

“Oh my god…” I moan, fingers clutching the white eyelet bedspread, knees held apart by his broad shoulders.

I want to watch him but no longer have the strength to lift my head…

His tongue finds my clit, and he fucks me with his mouth. I moan again, hips jerking, fingers digging into his hair and taking hold. Pulling…Aaron groans into me and sucks…pressing his tongue deeper, teeth nipping in a rhythm that has my thighs trembling.

His fingers splay on my flesh.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he rumbles, and my entire body gets hotter still.

“Oh my god…”

I feel him smile.

“Goddamn right.”

His thumb presses against my clit; it goes round and round and round as he eats me out…

“You taste so fucking delicious.”

All I want is for him to touch my boobs. Take my bra off and?—

On my bedside table, my phone begins vibrating, so I feel around for it and bring it to my face, squinting at the morning light.

“Shit.”Blaire.

Completely forgot to reply to her last night.

I answer. “Hey.”

“HEY?” she shrieks so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear. “Oh my god. Hey? That’s all you have to say? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been calling you?”

Lots and lots. “I amsosorry. I was busy.”

“Busy?” She continues repeating the things I say. “Busy doing what? One second, you’re outside the bar telling me what a piece of shit your date is. The next, you’re hanging up on me.Were you kidnapped? Did you join a cult?” she demands. “We don’t know.”

I sigh. “I wasn’t kidnapped. It’s worse than that.”

“What could be worse than being kidnapped?”

Gee, I don’t know.Semi-hooking up with Aaron Bishop and having him sneak out afterward?

“Are you ready for this?” Pause. “’Cause I don’t think you’re ready for what I’m about to admit.”

She makes an impatient noise. “Say it before I lose my mind.”

“Last night when we were on the phone I ran into Aaron Bishop.”

Silence.

“Professionalhockeyplayer Aaron Bishop? That Aaron?”

“The one and only.”

“The one guy you’re obligated to fuck because he’s yourHall PassAaron Bishop?”

I wince. We might not even have boyfriends, but that didn’t stop me and Blair drunkenly fantasizing about who we’d ask our imaginary partners to let us sleep with. “Yes. Him.”