I lean my head out the open top half of the door and panic to see Nova coming out of the restroom and locking eyes with me.
“Stop, stop,” I push Cole as she gets closer, aiming for me like she’s out for bloodsport. “Get down,” I push him down to his knees to hide, spinning around just in time for Nova’s finger to be right in my face.
Hanging over the closed half of the door, I panic. “Nova, ‘wassup.”
Wassup? Real cool, Emily.
“You!” Nova starts ranting at me. “You’re not special, you’re just his latest play-thing. We’re just on a break while he gets you out of his system, then he’ll come back…”
What the fuck.
Cole’s hands slide up my legs, and he pushes my panties aside. I sneak my eyes down, while Nova rants, and I can just make out a huge grin on his face before I feel his tongue swipe through me.
I suck in a breath and slam my hand down against the wooden door. “Uh-huh,” I try to keep a straight face as Cole’s tongue laps at me and goosebumps race across my flesh.
“…pathetic little American tramp, you’re lying, he’ll never marry you…”
“Oh god,” my head tilts back when Cole sucks my clit into his mouth.
Nova rambles words I can’t even understand anymore. Words in English, words in Russian, I can’t focus. “What is wrong with you?”
“Too. Much. Champagne,” I clench my teeth, Cole plastered against the door on his knees and absolutely devouring me while his shoulders heave in silent laughter.
“You’re insane,” Nova continues, her hands on her hips and her face pursed up.
“Yes,” I moan.
God help me, I’m about to come in this coatroom while the Tennis Bitch stares at me like I have two heads. I am insane.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, Plain Jane, but…”
“Jesus god, yes,” I grip the door as I come apart on Cole’s tongue. My knees start to quicker and buckle.
Cole can’t hold it in anymore and lets out a hearty laugh as he grips my hips and then stands up next to me.
My mouth falls.
Nova’s about to go supernova. Her eyes are bigger than her fake tits. Rage fills her perfectly coiffed face.
“Nova, I see you’ve met my fiancé,” he grins at her as he wipes off his chin.
“What are you… were you…” Nova stutters.
“Was he,” I repeat and point to the floor. “Oh no, he just saw a mouse.”
Suck it, Tennis Bitch.
Nova lets out a shrieking huff, stomps her foot like a two-year-old, and storms down the hallway.
Cole stands tall and proud like he’s just conquered Everest, but my jaw is still hanging open.
“What’s this about marrying me, now?”
Oh god.
“I, uh, she… well, I might have…”
He beams at me, his blue eyes dancing and glittering, then his big hands cup my face and his lips meet mine. His tongue spears. He latches on with the perfect amount of suction, holding my head right where he wants it.