She had not seen him for awhile, his on and off again relationship with Polly was as complicated as hers with Rafe. Maybe that bonded them, or not, but it was what they were. His thigh pressed to hers was the most intimate thing in the world.
Oscar lifted his brow at her, and she looked down at his thigh that touched hers. The shape of the muscle there.
“It’s hard to describe him,” she said like a teenage girl. “But he is someone I started seeing.”
“Are you in love?”
“I could not be anything less than in love with him.” She answered, looking at his thigh still. “But that does not mean that I am not happy to see you. Does not mean I love you any less…how are you?”
“Good…” Oscar sighed, and the warmth of his breath bathed the nape of her neck.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you,” he concurred.
“How is Polly?”
“She’s Polly, and Rafe?”
“Rafe,” she whispered almost like tears.
Eliza pressed her knee to Oscar’s, thinking about talking to him about Terrence and Rafe…but being so drawn to him. Looking down at his thigh, and thinking about biting him there and love bites she placed upon his thighs before she went down on him. Often she was tempted to bite him there, but she did not. She had been so ravenous for him, that she could not stop nibbling on his flesh.
“I missed you…” she said, the soft confession made her clit throb softly.
Oscar put his hand on her thigh, and Eliza studied the bulge of his veins there…
Fifty-fifty chance of what was going to happen between them…
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