fist, moaning and arching her back against the door.
“God, Jake.”
I press my thumb to her hard nub as I hollow my cheeks, pull her lips into my mouth, and fuck her with my tongue. She’s squirming, trying to pull me away and press me closer at the same time.
Now I switch, pushing two fingers inside her and sucking on her clit, making her fucking crazy. I’ll likely be bald from her yanking on my hair when this is over, but I don’t mind in the least.
Finally she stiffens and cries out, coming hard against my mouth. I stay here, kissing and caressing her as she rides out her orgasm, and when I stand, bracing her so she doesn’t fall, I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself.
Which has me hard all over again.
“Well, that was fun,” she murmurs with glassy eyes.
“Oh, baby, we’re just starting.”
Chapter Eleven
Addison
“I love the menu changes.” I smile at Riley, then look back down at the beautiful menus she designed. “Seriously, these are gorgeous.”
“Mia came up with the content, I just designed them,” she replies and sips her coffee. We haven’t opened for lunch yet, so she and I are sitting at a table in the dining room, going over the menus and catching up. My waitstaff has arrived, and they’re bustling about, getting ready for us to open.
One of my full-time waitresses, Daisy, walks past us, pulling on the neckline of her blouse, and smiles. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I reply.
“So, we haven’t talked in a while,” Riley says and settles back in her chair. “Tell me how you’re doing. How are you and Jake getting along?”
“I’m great,” I reply honestly.
“Even after your minor meltdown a few weeks ago?”
I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t a meltdown. God, you guys are dramatic. I just had a bad day.”
“And called in sick,” she reminds me. “You worried us.”
“No need to worry. I’m fine.”
“And Jake?”
I sip my latte and lick my lips. “I’m assuming he’s fine too.”
“Don’t be a pain in the ass,” Riley says with a sigh. “I don’t see you very often. I need to know these things.”
“We’re good,” I reply honestly and watch as Daisy pushes into the restroom. “That’s the third time she’s gone in the bathroom in the past hour.”
“I noticed,” Riley says with a nod. “Maybe she has a bladder infection.”
“Mm.”
“Jake. Don’t change the subject.”
“The past few weeks have been great. We spend more nights together than apart these days.” I wiggle my eyebrows at Riley, and then we both dissolve into a fit of giggles. Just then, Daisy walks back out of the restroom.
“So, he’s good in that department.”
“Oh, girl. Good doesn’t begin to cover it. The man should teach classes on the art of cunnilingus.”
“I hate you,” Riley says with a pout. “You get a rock star and he’s good at sex? No fair.”
“You’re not celibate,” I remind her.
“I’m not banging any rock stars either,” she says with a shake of the head. “But I’m happy for you. I can see that he makes you happy, and that’s all any of us want for you.”
“Plus, he’s not a mooch or an asshole,” I add.
“Right. Those things are important too.” We raise our cups in cheers and sip them just as Daisy walks past us toward the bathroom again.
“Something’s up there,” Riley murmurs.
“So, I’m not crazy.” I sigh and rub my forehead with my fingertips. “I’ll go check on her. She’s either got that bladder infection you mentioned or morning sickness.”
“Does she have a boyfriend?” Riley asks with surprise.
“I have no idea.” I shrug and stand. “These menus are perfect.”
“I’ll send them off to the printer, then.”
“Thanks, Ri.”
I march into the bathroom and come to an abrupt halt as I watch, unbelievably, Daisy snort something up her nose. I’m immediately transported back to my modeling days, walking into trailers and bathrooms, even backstage at runway events, watching models snort coke rather than eat a meal, fighting to maintain both their weight and the little sleep they got from partying too much.
“Am I interrupting?” I ask calmly and cross my arms over my chest, standing in front of the door so Daisy can’t escape.
“Oh my God,” she moans and wipes white residue off her nostrils. “It’s not what you think.”
“I think you’ve been coming in here all morning to snort cocaine up your nose,” I reply and tilt my head to the side. “Are you going to tell me I’m stupid?”
“No.” She hangs her head in defeat and begins to cry. “My mom is