The Lineup(87)

Satisfied, I say, “First of all, Jason has the biggest penis I’ve ever seen. Girth, length . . . THE towel picture is all that and then some.”

“Shut up. Guh,” Lindsay groans. “You lucky, lucky girl.”

“Have you seen the towel pic?” Emory asks Milly, who pushes up her glasses and brings her mimosa to her mouth.

“Um, I think Carson showed it to me once. He wanted to compare himself.”

We all chuckle, because that’s definitely something Carson would do.

“Let’s just say the picture doesn’t do him justice. And if you think he’s docile and meek in bed, you’d be wrong.” I flip my hair over my shoulder and say, “He’s all alpha. It’s like he flips this switch and turns on this side of him I never expected. He’s controlling, demanding, and . . . adventurous.”

“Stahp.” Lindsay fans herself. “God, I can see it. All those muscles, all that testosterone.” Lindsay sets her hand on the table and leans forward. “Oh God, you’ve seen his bare ass. Is it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?”

“It’s like a freaking juicy shelf attached to his back.” The girls laugh. “And it’s tight, really freaking tight. And I’m going to tell you this, watching him shower should be a sin. He’s such a specimen. Rippled abs, thick pecs, and ass that pops like Jennifer Lopez. I can’t keep my hands off him.”

“And let me guess,” Lindsay says, sounding jealous but also happy for me at the same time—if that makes sense, “he cuddles you afterwards, strokes your hair, and continuously whispers in your ear how beautiful you are.”

A slow smile perks up on my face.

“Every. Time.”

“Ugh, I need a Jason.”

Emory smiles gently and places her hand on mine. “So what does this mean? You really like him?”

I nod. “I do, I like him a lot. And not only for the great sex, but because he appreciates me and doesn’t want me to change. He likes how I can get angry at the drop of a hat. He enjoys watching me work until the late hours of the night because he understands drive and goals. He’s there for me, even if I come home late and all he gets to do is hold me. And on those off days, when we get to spend time together, he makes me forget about everything stressful happening in my life, every last taxing piece of it, and helps me relax. I know it’s been quick, but I honestly can say this without hesitation, I’m falling for the man.”

“Oh my God,” Emory squeals.

“I think I might cry,” Lindsay says.

Clearing her throat, Milly says, “He’s a really good man, and has one of the prettiest swings in baseball.”

We all pause and then laugh together, because Milly is so . . . Milly, and it’s why we love her.





“There’s my girl,” Jason says as I walk through the door.

Like every other day, he swoops into the entryway of my apartment and brings me into his embrace.

He grips the back of my head and places a searing kiss on my lips before pulling me into a hug and kissing the side of my head. Sweet and demanding simultaneously. I haven’t even set my purse down before he already has me wired up and ready to go.

“How was work?”

“The same,” I answer, taking my heels off and setting my purse down. I leave them in the entryway. I’ll take care of them later. I untuck my merlot-colored blouse and then unzip my skirt, letting that fall to the floor as well. In seconds, I’m like the father from The Goldbergs the minute he walks through the door.

“It’s so hot when you do that.” Jason’s eyes fill with lust as he takes his hand in mine and leads me to the couch. “Dinner is still in the oven.”

“Smells amazing.”

He takes a seat on the couch and then pulls me on top of him. He’s in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, just the way I like him, his chest exposed for my staring and touching purposes.

I get comfortable, and his hands immediately go to my bare ass. He gingerly strokes each globe before his fingers start toying with my thong.

“I missed you today. You weren’t a very good texter.”

“I was not about to sext with you while having a meeting with our board of directors.”

“But where’s the fun in that? That’s what being adventurous is all about. Getting wet and turned on when you shouldn’t be.”

“And then what?” I ask him, drawing circles on his chest. “I’m horny for the rest of the day?”

“No, that’s when you call your man to your office so he can take care of your needs.”

“Ohhh, I see. You want office sex.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” He grips my sides and shifts me so I can feel his already hardening erection. This man’s virility is unbelievable. “Think about it. You bent over your desk, me behind you.” He rubs me up and down and I let him, because even though we had shower sex this morning, I still want him. I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting him. “Making you beg for my cock until you fall apart with desperation.” Yup, I want this. I pick up the pace, letting my arousal lead the way as I dry-hump his cock. “And even when you’re on the verge of tears, begging me to fuck you, I’d still wait. I’d wait until I felt like you’d completely break, and then I’d fuck you from behind.”