Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 22

Layla’s pov

I brushed my thumb over the cracked screen of my phone, sighing.

I started typing.

His breath feathered against her lips, creating an ache within her core. She suddenly felt her knees go weak by just the brush of his softness against hers.

Her mouth opened to let him in and their tongues connected

Suddenly the image of the male character changes in my head and now who I’m picturing is Tyler.

I lift my finger to my lips, feeling the slight tingle at the remembrance of what happened yesterday in his room. The way his lips felt against mine. Soft. Really, really soft.

Biting my lip, I resume my typing.

The first brush was like heat, the second like fire and the third had her whole body burning.

She felt like she was pushed into flames as his fingers splayed against the bareness of her back, dancing on the slight sweat that coated her skin. She swore his fingers melted into her skin.

She arched into him, silently telling him she wanted more. Tyler

My eyes widen and I quickly erased the name. I swallowed, moving off the page completely, and placed my phone down.

What the hell was that?!

The scene came to me a lot easier. But mistaking my character’s name Bruno for Tyler was a no no.

“Okay one more line I have to jot down and we’ll be on our way

me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” She whispered looking around the empty

still here and still scorning at me from across

diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world

before her words actually registered. I

I kind of need one by next week.” I asked trying to distract her from

the top of the pen to her mouth

you have in

hire

a strip club that opened downtown about a

rolled my eyes. “Tif

The librarian woman snapped, looking at

sorry despite knowing

By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with

her and she finally stops. “Okay

for a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed

wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand. I can put in a word for

though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for a

at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really

Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more time learning,” She

her Tyler had agreed to show

of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this

yells this time, her

ears were

Tiffany mocked as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body

my palm to my mouth,

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