Chapter 177

And fondling her breasts and lovingly tweaking her nipple piercings.

In contrast to the smoldering romance between Stephen and Kat, Peter and Jess were boisterous and playful. There was an element of a frat party hookup between them. It was intense, urgent, and sloppy. Their hands flew. Dirty talk was their love language.

"I want to do a line off your dick," Jess panted.

"You are such a coke whore," Peter said with a laugh. "I love it."

"Your coke whore," Jess said. "For tonight, anyway."

"You’re going to walk funny tomorrow, slut," Peter said.

"If you can keep up with me," Jess taunted.

The couples ate during twilight, draining two more bottles of Champagne as they went, and spirits were high. When it came time for dessert, spirits got even higher because Peter brought out a tray of cocaine. It was a jaw-dropping amount of beautiful, immaculately white powder.

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