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Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)(90)

Author:Alexandria Bellefleur

Two fingers sank inside her, crooking upward, giving her something to clench down on, and—God, this was going to be over impossibly fast.

Margot pressed an achingly sweet kiss to the hinge of Olivia’s jaw.

“Close, aren’t you?” Margot nuzzled the side of her face, lips brushing the space beneath Olivia’s ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. That subtle sting sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her core and made her clench. Margot smiled against her skin, fingers crooking harder. “Come on, Liv. Come for me.”

Her breath hitched and her chest burned as she tipped over the edge, thighs quaking and hips jerking as Margot’s fingers curled, drawing out the pleasure. When it became too much, Olivia shoved weakly at Margot’s hand, knees closing. Margot pressed another one of those sweet kisses to Olivia’s cheek and slipped her fingers free. Olivia bit down hard on her lip, swallowing a whine at how empty she felt.

Margot flopped back against the bed with a contented sigh. “Still think I’m ridiculous?”

Olivia snorted. “The fact that you’re still thinking about that proves how utterly ridiculous you are.”

“Utterly?” Margot laughed, bright and sharp and the sound did something funny to Olivia’s heart, not quite a clench, closer to a flutter. Like there were butterflies trapped inside her chest. “I’m been upgraded to utterly ridiculous as opposed to regular ridiculous?”

She pressed her lips together so they wouldn’t twitch or curve. “Upgrade?”

With a scoff, Margot rolled over, fingers digging into the soft side of Olivia’s stomach. She thrashed, squirming, feet tangling in the sheets as she tried to escape.

“Stop, no!” Olivia laughed, shoving at Margot’s arm.

Margot quit, fingers falling still, palm resting high on Olivia’s waist, just beneath her breasts.

“You’re in luck.” Olivia rolled over, careful to avoid Margot’s injured foot as she crawled between her thighs. “I happen to like ridiculous.”

Margot beamed at her and reached up, tangling a hand in the back of Olivia’s hair. Margot dragged her down, her neck arching to meet Olivia’s mouth halfway. Her knees fell open, allowing Olivia to settle between her thighs. Olivia’s lips skimmed over the black lace encasing Margot’s breasts, then lower, over the flat plain of her stomach, her tongue darting out against her belly button just to see what would happen. Margot made a high-pitched keening sound, her hands scrambling against the sheet and her hips rocking upward as she bit down on the swell of her bottom lip.

Olivia brushed her mouth against the skin between Margot’s hip bones, the waist of her bikini-cut panties riding low, lower still when Olivia tucked her fingers beneath the elastic and tugged.

Fingers stroked the side of Olivia’s face, skimming the bottom of her jaw. She lifted her head, resting her chin lightly on Margot’s lower abdomen, careful not to dig in. Margot stared down at her from beneath low lids and pressed the pad of her thumb to the center of Olivia’s bottom lip. “You look unbelievably hot like this.”

Her face heated, warmth blooming in her chest at the compliment, as she licked the crease of Margot’s hip where the black lace of her underwear scalloped in. She sucked a kiss into Margot’s skin, drawing back when Margot hissed and her hips rocked upward. The skin faded from red to pink. If Olivia wanted to leave a mark, which she most definitely did, she’d have to try harder.

Atop the nightstand, something buzzed, rattling against the lamp. Either her phone or Margot’s.

Margot huffed. “Ignore it.”

Good plan. Olivia hooked her fingers around the band of Margot’s underwear. The phone quit buzzing as she dragged Margot’s underwear down her thighs and—

The buzzing started up again and Margot punched the bed in frustration, whining softly. “Damn it. I swear to God, if this is Brendon calling, I’m going to lose it. There’s no way it’s even after six.” She huffed loudly and sat up, twisting at the waist to reach the nightstand. She frowned. “It’s not me.” Margot stretched further, fingers wiggling in a bid to reach Olivia’s phone on the far end of the nightstand, and she managed to drag it close enough so that she could read the screen.

Margot’s brows drew together, a quick flicker of irritation sharpening her gaze before her expression smoothed, too neutral, too blank to be natural. A muscle in her jaw just beneath her ear jumped, as if she’d clenched her back teeth together and Olivia’s stomach twisted into a knot.

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