Licked (L.A. Liaisons Book 1) (21 page)

“Fuuuuck,” he said, arching up into my mouth. “You’re gonna make me wreck the fucking truck with that mouth.”

I lifted my head. “I can stop,” I teased.
 

“No, no, let’s not get crazy. Where you going? Come back,” he said, reaching for me. I took the canister of Pink Pussy out of the cup holder. I’d really have to rename the drink after I’d had it all over Hunter’s impressive cock.
 

Pouring some of the drink into my mouth, I leaned over his lap again and slowly sucked him inside, a tiny bit of the liquid escaping my lips and dripping down his erection.
 

When I swallowed, I heard a strangled “God, Ryleigh,” and one of his hands fisted through my hair. He was white-knuckling the steering wheel with his other hand, his breaths coming out ragged.
 

I stuck my fingers in the canister, getting them nice and covered, and then I let the drops fall down onto his tanned lower stomach and over the tip of him. He sucked in a breath, whether from the cold milkshake or from anticipation, I didn’t know. His hand tightened on my hair, holding it out of my face as I lifted my head from his throbbing length and planted kisses along the path from his abs down his pelvis.
 

“You are seriously…testing…my self-restraint,” he said, his voice full of grit.
 

When I moaned in agreement around his cock, I felt it jerk, his rock-solid erection ready to combust.
 

His jaw was clenched and he kept his eyes straight ahead, not wanting to give away what was happening should the windows turn out to be not quite as private as we hoped they were.
 

We were moving, albeit very slowly, and I was thankful we were in a truck a bit higher off the ground than my little Mini. Not that I would’ve cared about an audience at this point—there was no way I was stopping until we were both completely satisfied.

“Fuck…feels…so good…fuck.”

More drizzle. More teasing with my tongue. My lips tightened as I went down again, my fingers lightly caressing his balls, causing a guttural moan to rise out of his throat.
 

“Gonna…come,” he warned, but I kept my mouth right where it was. Then his body tensed and jerked, his orgasm coming in a white-hot rush down my throat. I sucked down every last drop of him, the taste of strawberries still strong in my mouth.
 

When he was finished, I leaned down again, my tongue coming out to catch any sweetness I’d missed. He let out a shuddering breath, his hand easing off my head as I sat up.
 

“Yummy,” I said, giving him a devilish look as I cleaned my fingers off one by one with my mouth.
 

“Christ, woman.” Hunter shook his head and pulled his pants back up. “You’re in so much trouble when we stop.”

“Oh? But I wasn’t done yet.” Sliding my panties down my legs, I took them off and then tossed them into one of the bags in the back. I reclined the seat a little and threw my left leg over the console so that my ankle rested in his lap, opening myself wide.
 

Keeping my eyes on the sexy man next to me, I inched up my dress to my waist, leaving me completely exposed as Hunter hit the gas, the traffic finally dissipating.
 

“Ryleigh…fuck.”
 

Getting him off, knowing anyone could see us, had made me wet and needy, my body aching for a sweet release. I teased my thighs with my fingertips, watching him continue to peer over at me while trying to focus on the road. When I touched myself, he cursed again, one of his hands coming off the steering wheel and across the seat, but I swatted him away.
 

“You get to touch all you want…soon. If you can get us back to my place in one piece.”

He growled, a feral sound that had me growing wetter. My fingers slid between my lower lips, and then back up to focus on my clit. I circled it, increasing the pressure as my breath hitched, and a spasm of pleasure shot down the lower half of my body.
 

I moaned Hunter’s name, and this time I let him touch me when he reached for me again. His large palm covered mine at first, following my movements as I undulated against our hands. Then he moved his lower, coating himself in my juices before sliding a thick finger inside me. I cursed, throwing my head back against the seat and stroking my clit again. How he kept his eyes on the road and drove in a straight line while I rocked against his hand, I had no idea, but it just proved how much control he had. I doubted I’d have as much.
 

“Another,” I said on a gasp, and he obeyed, filling me with a second digit. I rode his fingers as he flew down the road, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as I could, barely noticing when we’d arrived.
 

Hunter slammed on the brakes, put the car in park, and shut it off before moving across the seat and leaning down to put his mouth between my legs. His tongue thrust inside me, wild and voracious, as if he’d been starving and I was the best thing he’d tasted in years. I grabbed the back of his head, my legs shaking and my eyes slamming shut as the pressure swelled, my body tightening all over before exploding in a release that had me both lightheaded and panting out his name.
 

“Oh my…” I tried to say, taking a deep breath. “That was…damn.”

Hunter took one last lick and then he gazed up at me, his eyes still heavy with lust. Then he gave me a look that was full of mischief.
 

“I believe you just…what’s the term you use? Got Licked.”

A WEEK LATER and it was chaos. Utter chaos.
 

The shop was in the busiest part of the season, never an empty booth in sight, Hunter’s team was in the final stages of priming everything, the furniture was slowly being delivered and then subsequently covered in plastic,
and
the producers of
Wake Up America
were due to stop by to check out the space, oh, anytime now.
 

Stressed didn’t even begin to cover it.
 

“Has anyone seen my clipboard?” I asked, frantically searching, opening and shutting drawers, lifting bowls off the counter.

“I don’t think it’s in the freezer, boss,” Zoe said, shaking her head. “Maybe you could go in there and chill out for a bit, though.”

I shut the freezer door. “Aren’t you a comedian. They’ll be here any minute and I’ve got all my stuff organized on it. I even color-coded with highlighters.”

“This is why you should switch to computers. I’ve told you this.”

“Ugh. Computers schmuters,” I said, collapsing on top of the counter and banging my head against the cold stainless steel.

“Am I interrupting something?” a deep, familiar voice asked, and my head shot up. Hunter had peeked his head around the corner and was looking at me with an amused expression.

“My clipboard’s not in the freezer. I’m toast.”

Zoe gave him a pat on the shoulder. “She’s all yours.”

“Find my highlights or you’re fired,” I called out. “Fired, I say.”
 

“What’s missing?” he asked, coming into the room.
 

Sighing dramatically, I pulled myself off the counter. “The release forms I signed for the show, among other things. I had them on the clipboard I always keep in the drawer, and it’s not there.” My arms went around his neck and I gave him my best pout. “Help?”

“I must’ve missed the ‘please’ in there somewhere,” he said, one hand going around my waist.
 

“Please,
please
help me, you big strong man you.” Yes, I said all that with a straight face, but trust me, it wasn’t easy.
 

“You say you searched everywhere?”

“Up and down and all around.”

“Hmm.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss but then pulled back. “Did you say it was on a clipboard? Huh. That’s funny.”

“No, it’s not funny. Don’t make me fire you too.”

“Well I just so happened to stumble across this hiding behind the bar next door,” he said, pulling my clipboard from behind his back.
 

“Oh my God, you found it. I love you, I love you, I love you.” I hugged the clipboard to my chest and gave a happy squeal. And then I realized what the hell I’d just said.
 

My eyes went wide and I knew I had to have flushed seven shades of purple. Oh yes. My skin definitely bypassed the pink flush and went straight to head-about-to-pop-off purple. Gulping, I said, “Uh…I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Like, the love part. I would’ve said, I like you, I like you, I like you, but it doesn’t really flow as well, huh?”

He laughed and planted a kiss on the top of my head. “I know what you meant, silly girl.”
 

Zoe strode into the kitchen again, her thumb pointing back toward the shop. “It’s go time. Aw, and look, your hot piece of ass found what you were looking for.” She clapped Hunter on the back. “Good job, boy toy.”

I took a big inhale and then blew it out in a rush. They were here. And I was a professional about to blow them away.
Yes. Good. Awesome pep talk.
 

Hunter ran his hands up and down my arms. “Kick some ass, Miss Phillips.”

Nodding, I pulled away and looked over my clipboard, making sure all was in order. “All right. I’m doing this.”

“Good luck,” they said in unison.
 

Even though I’d met with them before when I’d won a spot on the show, I knew anything could happen and I still needed to bring my A-game. I wiped my sweaty hands off on my pencil skirt and lifted my chin before walking out to the front.
 

“Mr. Lieberman. Ms. Watts.” I gave them firm handshakes and we said our hellos, and then they moved aside to introduce me to their lighting director, Tony.
 

“Thank you so much for coming by,” I said. “I reserved a booth for us, but first, may I interest you in trying out one of our sundaes or shakes?”

“Ooh, I’d love to try one,” Mr. Lieberman said. “I think I remember one with cheesecake ice cream, do you still have that?”

“Cheesecake ice cream with Oreo, crumbled graham cracker crust, and fudge? We sure do,” I told him.

“Perfect,” he said, rubbing his hand over his suit-clad stomach.
 

“And for you two?” I asked.
 

“Chocolate, chocolate, and more chocolate sounds good to me,” Tony said.

Ms. Watts pursed her lips. “I usually like something a bit more…outside the box, if you know what I’m saying. Not so generic.”

That felt like a slap at me, but I put a smile on my face anyway and said, “We’ve got a sweet corn ice cream with raspberry swirl that I think would be right up your alley.”

“Sweet corn,” she murmured, tapping her chin. “I suppose that’ll do.”

“Great. If you’ll have a seat at the reserved table right over there, I’ll place our orders and be right with you.”
 

Then I walked over to the counter to Zoe and gave her the rundown.
 

“Got it,” she said. “Go kill it.”

“Will do. Oh, and Z?”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Make sure when you bring out the desserts, you say the names of them with extra oomph. I think they’d really like that.” I winked, and when I turned, I saw Hunter in the doorway, the tarp lifted a few inches so he could see what was going on.

You got this,
he mouthed, and I smiled, grateful for his encouragement. Had it really only been a few short weeks that he’d been in my life? It felt as though he was the one I’d known since high school, not Cameron. How was that even possible?

“So Miss Phillips—” Mr. Lieberman started.

“Ryleigh, please.”

He gave me a friendly smile. “Ryleigh. The first order of business before we go any further would be to go over the contracts and make sure we’ve all signed off on them. Do you have any questions for us before you do that?”

“No, I’ve looked over them with my lawyer and they look great,” I said, handing the original signed forms his way. I had three extra copies for me too because, well, you can never have enough copies, right?

“Perfect.” He flipped through the pages and signed off on each one before passing them to Ms. Watts.
 

“Now, Ryleigh, we’d like to go over again how the process will work and what you can expect the day of the show. First, remember that only the winner determined by audience votes and judge’s scores will walk away with the cash prize and the backing to open at least five chain stores in major cities around the country.”

“Yes, sir, I’m on board with that.”

“Good. Now, Tony here is in charge of all the lighting and getting it set for the film crew to come in and do their thing. They’ll be here to set up around two thirty that afternoon, but no later than three. We’ll begin your interview around six thirty, after we’ve gotten some shots of the interior and exterior. Also, if you could also have a staff member or two on hand that day, that’d be great. We’ll want shots of the drinks and food, but we’ll have to be quick before it all melts.”

“Speaking of melting,” Zoe said in a projected voice as she came up to the table, a tray in hand. “I’ve got a Triple Nipple Fudge, a Stroke ’n Poke, and a Clam Jam for you fine folks.”