207 His Best Meal

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Gael looked up as if checking on her and the absence of his mouth made her whimper. She met his questioning eyes and glistening lips. And in the next second, he moved up and hovered over her, kissing her and making her taste herself on him. Then he said, "I should have asked your permission before I did that. I want to make sure you're okay with this… You drank."

Angela's heart swelled that he was so considerate. She had indeed drunk at the club, but she was sober enough to think she wouldn't regret this. She was all for feeling butterflies in her stomach, but she wanted those butterflies in her groin right now. Slowly running her hands up and down his chest and abdomen, she pushed the hoodie off him until he was completely topless, his muscle rippling under the soft lighting. "I'm sober enough. And I was okay until you stopped."