Page 91 of The Other Side of Paradise

“Ha, ha—it’s not like that.”

She kissed my shoulder. Small miracle I didn’t scream. “Oh, so that’s a man you’re agonizing over how to text? How deeply unexpected for you.”

Stella was getting possessive. Over me. Holy shit, this was the best day of my life. I laughed, snuggling back against her, and I hit the back arrow, canceling out of the message to show her the picture of the two of them. “What do you think?” I said, showing her the picture, and she squinted.

“I mean, bold choice to show me the girl you’re texting while half-naked in bed with me, but I kinda respect the guts. I don’t think either one is my type. The blonde looks annoying and uppity, and the brunette looks like she’s never taken responsibility for anything in her life and thinks she’ll never have to.”

“Damn, double bullseye.” I pointed to the brunette. “That’d be the girl who cheated with me.”

“Oh, Ellie?” That finally woke her up, sitting up taller and rubbing her eyes, before she reached past me and picked up her glasses off the nightstand, putting them on and looking again. She took my phone. I didn’t mind. “This hot babe,” she snorted. “You weren’t kidding about them making it all aboutooh, look how good my relationship is.” She was scrolling the page now.

“That’s Isabel’s page—the girlfriend. I was, uh… trying to see if I could work up the guts to say something. It’s something I do a lot—try to work up the guts. I haven’t made it yet.”

“Can’t believe you were going to settle for this girl,” she said, putting the phone down and beaming at me, where she was propped up on top of me. Lit softly in the low glow of the morning sun, under the delicate draperies on the bed, wearing that romantic little ruffled camisole—that Icouldsee her nipples through—I thought this was the best thing anybody had ever seen, and honestly, if I died right now, I didn’t think I’d be mad.

“I was just thinking she actually doesn’t look that special now,” I laughed, putting my hand on her side. “She was terrible in bed.”

She laughed, eyes sparkling. “You’re just obligated to say that, but I’m glad you did.”

“Nah, I mean it. She was clearly intent that she knew better than me how I wanted to have sex and communicated nothing.”

She bit her lip, smiling wider. “Well, we can’t have that. Not when you love having someone tell youexactlywhat to do.”

“I mean. Yeah.”

“You look so pretty in the mornings.” She kissed me. I think I actually died, it was just that then I somehow accidentally wound up in heaven, and heaven was the same exact thing. “Good morning,” she said.

“Best morning of my life.”

“And I haven’t even put on a strap-on yet.”

“You haven’t even put on—” I moved my mouth without words, eyes wide. “You haven’t what now?”

She kissed me again. “I want to fuck you missionary-style while we kiss. And make eye contact.”

“Oh… yeah. Huh. You know, I think, uh, I think I could go for that too.”

“Girl, I know. You already told me.” She grinned. “I don’t have one handy, though. So that’s a later thing. For now, tribbing?”

“Wow. Horny in the mornings, huh?”

She tugged my shirt up and moved down to press a kiss against my stomach, and I jolted up against her. “I’m horny rightnow,and that’s what counts. Unless you don’t want it?”

“I-I do. Trust me that I do. Can we have breakfast first? I’ve never, um… worked out… this much before. Let’s call it that.”

She laughed, sitting up to straddle me. That was tied for also being the best thing I’d seen in my life. “Yeah, sounds good.I’m famished too. I’m just so horny I was pretty sure I’d be able to come in, like, two minutes, but I’ll just dirty-talk you while we have breakfast and then we’ll see if I still want to do tribbing or if I want you to eat me out again. What do you have for breakfast?”

“B-bagels?”

“You do love bagels.” She kissed me again before she rolled off of me, slipping her hand down to my thigh and squeezing. “All right, move your cute little ass so we can get to the good part.”

Ah, forget Isabel and Ellie. I was going to be irresponsible for a while first. Together with the hottest woman in the world wholovedtelling me what to do while I licked her pussy.

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Gavin gave me a sardonic smile once I’d finished with a particularly difficult group, sidling up to the edge of the desk and setting down his phone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so resent being at work.”