“They’re not silly. I think there’s something more going on here.”
“You’re wasting your time.” More kisses along my jawline, up to my lip, and sliding his thick tongue into my slacked mouth.
I mumbled around his tongue. “Look here,” I said, turning my head a few inches away from Brandon’s hungry kisses and pointing to the four letters in front of us. “These letters…they spell something.”
I felt Brandon’s morning wood riding the side of my leg, and I caved, my legs wonky.
Brandon’s hands traveled down to my waistband, fingering the opening to my bathrobe. Coffee sloshed over my coffee mug, dousing the front of my pajamas and splashing across the floor. I dropped the cup on the table, spilling the rest of the coffee across the tablecloth.
A string of saliva stretched from our mouths. Br
