Hot Boss - Anne Marsh Page 0,37
want this. Yes, you. Yes, us.
It’s not enough. I reach between us and find her clit with my fingers. Petting and stroking, making sure she feels as good as I do. Her legs shake, her body stiffening as she gets closer. Her breathing gets rougher and then her fingers cover mine so we can make her come together.
“Jack... JackJackJack.”
I groan right back at her. “Hazel.”
I feel her tighten around me, her body grabbing hold of my dick, holding on as I drive into her, pushing us both faster and faster to our happy ending. I’m not sure who comes first or if it’s one of those rare, photo-perfect ties where she comes in one breath and I in the next, but we’re panting, our bodies collapsing together onto the bed as everything around us fades out.
The phone is buzzing an alarm when I float back to myself, Hazel’s fingers brushing my hair back, her face burrowed into my chest. I’m still inside her. Moving? Not happening. The rest of the world will have to wait for us because I’m completely, one hundred percent undone.
CHAPTER NINE
NEXT FRIDAY, the whole gang gathers at T&T. T&T is a beachside restaurant with a palapa roof—it’s our favorite stomping ground in Santa Cruz. Not only are the tacos awesome, but there are also margaritas, Coronas and a no-shoes policy. Lola’s fat white pit bull snores audibly from under the table. I can sense from the looks that Dev and Lola exchange that they have news to share with the class. Their body language telegraphs intimacy, and not just because they’ve been glued together since they hit the beach. Any closer and they could be arrested for public indecency. Lola’s engagement ring catches the light as she waves her hand, making a point. Maple, Max’s girlfriend, grabs her hand, either to inspect the rock on her ring finger or to prevent any accidental blinding, as Dev bought the biggest diamond in Tiffany’s and the stone is roughly the size of a small boulder.
I can’t help but remember what it was like for me and Molly. We started with the dates and the wedding and then, at some point that I can’t quite identify, things changed. We changed. The memories became less couple-y, less about us and more about each of us individually. The truth is, we grew apart.
Hazel’s also noticed the suspicious closeness between Dev and Lola. She kicks me under the table and I cover my grunt with a cough.
Guesses? She mouths the word at me. The perfect slick of red painting her lips is the exclamation point for her dirty, wicked smiles. I want to kiss the color from her mouth.
“Not a clue,” I breathe back.
The ocean breeze plays with her hair and she tucks it firmly behind her ear.
“So.” Dev looks around the table. Lola bounces beside him in obvious anticipation. They definitely have good news to share. “Lola and I are eloping next weekend. We’re getting hitched in Cabo and you’re invited.”
Lola flicks him on the head, a gesture of both exasperation and fondness. “Way to lead up to it.”
Dev just shrugs and glances around the table at the rest of us. “Any objections?”
Max raises his hand. “Does that mean you’re skipping the Pinterest porn and the bachelor party? Last chance, man.”
Dev wraps his hand around Lola’s ponytail and gently tugs her face toward him for a kiss.
“I’m good,” he says when he comes up for air. “Got everything I need right here.”
Dev’s personal assistant must be on standby because all of our phones go off at once. Dev’s like me. He doesn’t leave things to chance—he always has a well-thought-out plan. I check my messages and find a first-class ticket to Cabo and a villa reservation at a five-star resort. Hazel leans over and peers at my phone. We’re on the same flight, next to each other.
I say the only thing I can. “Can’t wait.”
* * *
We touch down in Cabo the following Friday night and are transferred seamlessly to a limousine. The resort Dev and Lola chose is on Chileno Bay, so we pass the thirty-minute drive from the airport exploring the miniature champagne bottles and beers on ice that the hotel has provided. Ocean waves pound the shoreline on our right, while the Mexican desert glides past the windows, the setting sun painting the sand orange and red. Cabo’s a strange, beautiful beast, the Baja desert literally colliding with the Sea of Cortez at the tip of Mexico.
Our hotel