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53 God Bless Presa Little

I rolled over in Carter’s bed and stretched, kicking off the covers, the s the night before It had officially been the Greatest Sex of My Life I had the perverse urge to go online and gloat, hashtag SuckItVic Instead, I eyed the bathroo at my naked body, I wondered if I had tiot out As great as one, I didn’t feel up to a naked dash in front of Carter’s ripped ass

I ran for it, spilling so a piece of toast off a plate in the kitchen I was darting past the fridge when I stopped, distracted by a ticket stuck under a Mets net What the … I peered closer Yep A Presa Damn Little ticket A ticket that matched the two stuffed in my wallet, which I’d received from Nicole I heard the shower turn off and booked it,the bed just in time to pull the sheet overwet Carter stepped out, a torapped around his waist "Goodto work through the ticket I had just seen I hadn’t even wanted to go to the event, preferring to avoid Nicole at all opportunities But on the other hand, this was Presa Little One of the most revered and raphed in public since Lady Gaga woreI wanted to give up

I sed the sip of coffee, watching him walk to the closet He opened the door, and anization His T-shirts were hung and sorted by damn color "I saw your ticket to the Presa Little event"

"Yeah" He nodded, reaching up and grabbing a shirt

I tried again "So … how do you know her again?"

"She’s a friend ofup" He pulled his shirt on and turned toward ainst the pillows, lifting my eyebrows at hiled despiteas he stepped into his underwear "Never laugh," hetoward"It’s a nervous reaction"

"So is this" He grinned, takingunder the sheet and nipping at ood friend," I inal above his bed He pulled the sheet lower and I grabbed at it, giggling again when his mouth found its way to my newly exposed breasts My parents’ friends were all stuffy investment types, not Presa Little--a beautiful older wo Woman Alive She had homes in Australia, South Africa, and Paris How could she know Carter’s parents? "What do your parents do?" I suddenly realized how little I knew about the man on top of me

"God, your ht now?"

"I have tickets to the show too," I explained "Fro you You know, since you know her"

"I’ll go to the shoith you" His mouth moved lower, on my stomach, and I felt his hand slide under the sheet and up h

"Really?"

"Yes" He pulled the sheet lower and led at the scrape of his stubble against asped out the word, his ly slow path over et to make you scream so hard the McMullins on the fifth floor will hear you"

"Why them?" I shuddered beneath his mouth, and his hands held me down

"They’re deaf," he whispered, and the hot pass of his words was another sensation I loved

"Deal," I groaned, and my hands twisted in the sheets as he lowered his

And our date was set