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“He’s a hoot,” Haylee mumbled. She really didn’t want to be thinking about her brother right now.

“He’s the perfect counterpoint to you.”

Haylee grunted. “No offense, Cherry, but I really don’t want to talk about Jackson.”

“Oh, I understand.” Cherish purposely flicked Haylee’s left nipple, hard.

Hissing as pleasure coursed through her and landed straight between her legs, Haylee sighed. “Do that again, and we might have to speed things up.”

“Fast isn’t exactly my pace.”

“God, is it ever?” Haylee laughed. She was tempted to flip on top of Cherish and start all over again. If Cherish wasn’t going to touch her, then she should at least be able to touch Cherish again.

“Sometimes it can be.” Cherish moved on top of Haylee, settling her thigh right in between Haylee’s legs. “Shall we do this one fast and the next one slow?”

Haylee groaned, but she had already lifted her hips to grind against Cherish’s smooth thigh. She shivered at the pleasure that slid through her.

“We’re going to be up all night,” Cherish whispered into Haylee’s ear before nipping her earlobe. Then she bit down Haylee’s neck, sucking as soon as she reached her collar bone.

Haylee clenched her jaw, trying to hold herself back. Cherish had essentially given her permission to ride her leg to a pinnacle, to go as fast or as slow as she wanted. But hell, she didn’t know what she wanted other than Cherish not to move off her.

“I wasn’t texting Febe an update about the donut shop.”

“You weren’t?” Haylee ground into Cherish’s leg, unable to hold back anymore. She started to move, finding the exact pacing that she wanted. “What did you text her?”

“I told her we’d be late tomorrow morning.”

Why was that the sexiest thing that Cherish had ever done? Haylee clenched her eyes shut tight as she rode Cherish’s leg into oblivion. Her ears rang as Cherish leaned down over her and added pressure. Haylee reached up and held onto Cherish’s sides, clenching her nails into them. She was never going to let this one down, was she? She never wanted to leave this bed.

“We’re going to be up all night,” Cherish added, clearly realizing that her words were doing something to Haylee. “I’ll buy us the biggest coffees possible in the morning.”

“Cherry,” Haylee groaned. Her heart thundered so hard, threatening to beat right out of her chest if it didn’t slow down. “Cherry, I’m going to—”

“Oh, you think so?” Cherish’s taunting was what did it.

Haylee crashed hard. Her vision went in and out for a brief second while her entire body tried to overheat. Cherish rained kisses on her cheeks and neck, holding her to the mattress until Haylee found her center again.

“Holy crap,” Haylee finally mumbled on a breath.

“Good?”

“Better than good.” Haylee laughed, rolling them over again. She bent down and melded their mouths together. She never wanted to give this up. Screw her previous fears, something about this made her believe that it was going to last. “Thank God the boys left.”

“Thank God,” Cherish echoed. “But they’re going to want the highlights tomorrow.”

“Not happening,” Haylee mumbled as she kissed Cherish’s neck. “You’re all mine.”

thirty-six

“Please tell me you like the desk this way?” Cherish huffed out as she leaned forward, pressing her hands against her jean clad thighs. She could think of a few things to do with this desk, and it had nothing to do with positioning it in Haylee’s new office.

She stretched her back by putting her hands on her hips and pushing her chest outward. Haylee’s labored breathing and the ticking of the wall clock were the only sounds that answered her question.

“Haylee?” Cherish tried again as she turned around.

“What? Huh?” Haylee’s face lit up, her eyes flying up from where they had obviously been enjoying the sight of Cherish’s ass bent in her jeans and breasts in her tight shirt. Her cheeks were bright red.

“Haylee, we’re at work.” Cherish half-scolded, a smirk on her lips and a happy dance in her heart.