Page 90 of Thoroughly Pucked

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I’m relaxing on the couch, holding a glass of scotch, debating the merits of various whiskeys with Dev.

“Scotch is smoother,” I say, just stating the facts of my drink of choice as the faint sound of the blow-dryer whooshes in the background. Aubrey just got out of the shower. “It goes down better.”

Dev knocks back some of his bourbon, then paces some more. “And bourbon is sweet, like vanilla or caramel.”

“Smoky is better,” I say as the hair dryer turns off. “Just like the Sea Dogs are better than the Foxes.”

Yeah, that’ll wind him up even more.

He growls, then paces as he bites out, “We are stacked up and down the line. Including yours fucking truly in the crease.”

I smirk. It’s hilarious to see him like this. “Be carefulor the vein in your neck might burst,” I tease, but then I shut the fuck up when Aubrey emerges from the bathroom, slides a hand up along the doorframe, and juts out a sexy hip.

She’s a vision in black lace, creamy skin, and lush red locks.

“You wanted to spoil me in this?” she asks, coasting her hand down the black corset to the matching lace panties before she teases the top of her thigh-high stockings.

And my dick’s about to burst now.

“Yes,” I grunt, my voice like gravel.

“You.” It’s all Dev can seemingly manage to say.

“You look stunning,” I rasp out, then set down the glass on the coffee table and lift a finger, beckoning her to me.

In black high heels, she crosses the living room, passing Dev, whose eyes widen by the second. He doesn’t look away. He follows her every step till she reaches me.

I run one hand down her right thigh, taking my sweet time appraising her in the lingerie we bought for her this evening before we returned. We stopped at a sex toy store and bought lots of things.

I pat my thigh. “Sit on me, honey,” I tell her.

Like a good angel, she parks that sweet ass on my thighs, then crosses her strong, sexy legs. Dev doesn’t do a thing but gawk from across the room, too mesmerized by Aubrey’s sexiness and obedience to speak.

“You like scotch?” I ask her.

“I don’t know. Never tried it.”

I reach for my drink, making sure she watches me the whole time as I lift the glass to her lips, then say, “Just sniff it.”

She draws a quick inhale.

I raise the tumbler, take a small drink, and hold it in my mouth. I set the glass down on the table, then press my lips to hers, giving her the liquor, letting her taste it from me while I run my hand down her throat as she swallows.

When she finishes, she trembles.

“You like?” I ask.

“I do,” she says, her breath feathery. “It’s a little smoky.”

“Smoky’s good.” I slide my tongue between her lips, licking off the taste.

“So good,” she says when I break the kiss.

“Good. Now let Dev try some. I need to prove I’m right.”