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Chapter Seven

NICOLE

I sat there staring at the last exchange we had, stepping off the elevator and making my way toward the parking lot.

Taylor: Are you busy tonight?

Me: Not at all. Want to come over?

Taylor: Yes. Address?

I was going to have a hook-up. I was going to hook up with Taylor Desmond. We weren’t even going to go on a date. They were just going to come over and we’d mash our mouths together again.

Probably.

Hopefully.

My heart was beating in my chest, excitement making me twitchy as I made it home and watched the time go by. Getting closer and closer to the time we agreed on.

It’s real, Nicole. You’re really doing this.

I was both nervous and excited. I was desperately trying not to think too much about this.

When a knock sounded on my door, I jumped in my seat. I practically fell off the barstool as I rounded the kitchen counter to answer.

When I opened my front door, I felt surprised to see them there. Which was ridiculous. I invited them over. I expected to see them there. And yet, staring at Taylor on the threshold of my apartment felt almost too real.

They wore their jeans low on their waist. I could see the protrusion of their hip bones peaking underneath their cropped t-shirt. A dramatic divot parted their abdominal muscles.

“How old are you?” I asked before licking my lips. God, what a stupid thing to ask. I waved them in, and they stepped through to allow me to shut the front door.

My throat was suddenly so dry. I swallowed around nothing. My heart was pounding at a rate that couldn’t be sustainable.

They lifted a dark brow at me from my question, before their pink lips parted in a sly smile, “Thirty-nine.”

I widened my eyes. “What?” That was very unexpected.

Taylor widened their eyes, too, clearly mocking my reaction.

“Is that a problem?”

“I assumed I was older than you.” Instead, they were two years older than me , “What’s your skincare routine?”

Taylor smirked, and a lighthearted laugh escaped their lips. From the way their shoulders relaxed, I could have sworn they looked relieved. “It’s not easy maintaining skin as soft and touchable as mine.”

My fingers twitched at my sides as if to feel for myself.

Taylor clocked the movement, and their dark blue eyes danced with amusement.

“…We need to address this.” Taylor nodded to themselves with their words. Their gaze lowered, and my skin burned where it landed. Trailing over my body, taking in everything. I wasn’t even wearing anything that seductive, but the way Taylor Desmond studied me, I felt like the sexiest woman alive.

“Address what?” I asked.

“This,” They lifted a finger to gesture between us as they took a step toward me, “Because I don’t know if I’m capable of small talk when you’re standing there, all nervous and blushing and mouthwatering.”

I swallowed around nothing, before replying, “Y-you can’t?”

“No,” Taylor shook their head, and the visual of them darting their tongue out to moisten their bottom lip made something throb in my core. “What about you?”

Breathe, Nicole. Breathe .

Maintaining eye contact, I slowly, slowly shook my head in the negative.

Taylor exhaled with a nod of their head. They pressed their lips together as their gaze danced across my face, probably noticing how flushed mine was. Only a couple of inches separated us now.

How did they get so close?

How did they smell so fucking good?

I swayed toward them, leaning into it with a tentative step.

Less than an inch separated our chests now.

“So, let’s skip the small talk,” and then, without warning, they cupped my jaw and captured my lips with theirs.

My heart stopped.

And then kickstarted all over again.

Blood was rushing in my ears from the thrill of kissing Taylor Desmond again. It wasn’t like our first kiss. The show we put on in the bar to get rid of my ex. No, this was heated and heavy. I swiped my tongue across their lips, and they opened so I could tangle my tongue with theirs with greed.

Because their hands still cupped my jaw, I wrapped my arms under theirs, digging my nails into their smooth back so we could be pressed together completely.

Their harder body molded with my soft, and I moaned when they stepped a thigh between my legs. I could feel their hardened nipples scrape against my fuller breasts, and I shivered.

“God, I needed this,” they murmured against my lips before licking into my mouth again, “You’re so sweet.”

I whimpered at their praise, shifting my hips against their thigh in a way I was hoping felt sexy and not completely desperate.

They tugged on my bottom lip with their teeth, and I happily followed their retreat.

I couldn’t remember the last time a person turned me on this much.

Taylor’s hands were suddenly all over me.

One cupped the back of my head while the other found my hip, sliding their fingers underneath the hem of my shirt.

Their fingertips danced across my skin for a moment before they released my lips, smirking as I gasped for air, “Can I…?” Their fingers trailed up my ribcage just a hair. Their dark blue eyes were almost entirely concealed by their black pupils.

“Yes,” I breathed my response.

Taylor sighed before capturing my mouth again, dragging their hand up to boldly palm my breast. They gently squeezed, and when my lips parted in a gasp, they licked into my mouth again.

I was being completely consumed by Taylor Desmond, and I had never felt more alive.

“Gorgeous,” Taylor murmured against my lips. They finally let up, allowing me to catch my breath as their warm lips trailed, dragging kisses across my jaw, over to my ear, “Do you have any idea how often I’ve daydreamed about playing with your perfect tits since our kiss?”

I smiled, flattered. Both of their hands started to paw my bra cups down, allowing their thumbs to brush over my nipples.

“Can I touch you back?” I asked. My voice sounded breathless and sultry, and I blushed again at how turned on I was. I ground my hips against their leg, gasping at the warm friction developing between my legs.

“Please,” Taylor nipped at my ear before reaching behind themselves to grab one of my wrists. My pulse raced so hard under their touch that I was sure they could feel it. As they teased my neck with their lips, they slowly slid my hand underneath their shirt.

I dragged my knuckles against their stomach, so flat and firm.

They were athletic and fit. Strong. As I dragged my hand higher, I wasn’t too surprised to see that they weren’t wearing a bra of their own.

They didn’t need to. Their breasts were much, much smaller than mine. But when I brushed my fingertips over their chest, they shuddered.

“Are you…” I swallowed. “Are you wet for me, too?”

Taylor chuckled against my neck. They pressed themselves against my body more, pinning me against the wall as they rubbed against my thigh. We each had a leg between the other, and I moaned from the friction their thrusts created for me.

“I’m fucking soaked, Nicole,” Taylor groaned in my ear, “Every time I see you, I’m soaked.”

I leaned back, trailing my hands down their chest so that I could start undoing the button on their jeans. “I want to feel you.”

Taylor chuckled before leaning back and tugging my shorts down, too. “I might need to feel you first.” Their eyes were deliciously hooded. Their cheeks were beautifully flushed. When I noted their swollen lips from our kisses, another rush of arousal flooded my system.

I giggled before shoving their jeans down, revealing low-hung boxers underneath. I grinned up at them when I realized there was an open flap in the front.

“This is convenient,” I smirked as I traced a finger against them. I could feel a tuft of curls, but then their hips flexed against my hand, and just like that, my fingers were brushing against their damp core.

“Fuck, Nicole,” Taylor leaned forward, slapping a hand on the wall near my head, “That feels so good.” I grinned.

Not to toot my own horn, but I was phenomenal at fingering.

It was a badge of pride I loved showing off as much as I was able to.

As I positioned my hand to tease their entrance while brushing my thumb against their clit, I heard Taylor whimper near my ear.

“You’re so sexy, Taylor.” I turned toward their ear to whisper the words, before dragging my teeth against their lobe, “I want to watch you come undone.”

“Stay tuned,” Taylor sighed as their hips flexed against my hand.

They were using both of their hands to support themselves against the wall now.

I loved doing this to them. I loved being the one to drive Taylor to the edge like this.

So quickly, too. Every time I brushed their clit just the right way, a new wave of wetness coated my fingers.

“Can I feel inside of you?” I asked them against their ear.

They managed to nod in response.

I inserted one finger, slowly, teasingly, into their core while still brushing my thumb against the most sensitive part of them.

“Oh,” Taylor almost buckled at the contact, and I released a huff of amusement. I felt powerful. I felt desired. In control.

Things I hadn’t felt since before Colleen.

“Almost there, babe.” I licked their ear, then dragged my lips to the sensitive spot just below it and sucked.

They started pulsing around my fingers, clenching hard as they groaned through their orgasm. My hand was drenched as I continued to work their clit, over and over again. Their orgasm just kept going, and I felt like I was on cloud nine watching them come undone against me.

Finally, they gasped and wrapped one of their hands around my wrist, “Oh my god.” They breathed.

I grinned, taking in their post-orgasmic glow brightening their cheeks.

Suddenly, they pecked me on the nose and dropped to their knees.

“Oh—”