“Someone once told me that the brain is the sexiest part of the body.” He smirks. “My turn.”
With one smooth, cocky move he plays S-E-N-S-U-A-L-I-T-Y.
I practically choke on my wine. I have to set my drink down before I spill it everywhere. Scrabble just got upgraded to strip poker territory.
“Not bad, fifteen points,” he says casually.
“That’s really sexy,” I blurt.
He tilts his head at my sudden outburst, amusement pulling at his lips.
Feeling daring, I slide my captive foot higher up his thigh until I feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock swelling bigger under my toes. Well hello there, someone’s enjoying himself at Scrabble.
I release an involuntary moan that surprises us both.
Connor’s grip tightens on my wayward ankle, a warning for me to behave. “Hey now, I’m trying to be a good guy here,” he says through gritted teeth, even as his bulge throbs encouragement. “Said you just wanted friendly tonight. And I respect that.”
Oh shit, he’s right. We’re just friends.
But then it hits me. One tiny detail I forgot when I made that agreement: I’m absolutely soaked for this man.
I wonder if I have the finesse to pull off a foot job.
“Maybe we could be friends with benefits for the night,” I throw out there, only halfway joking.
“You really think you can handle this?” he growls back, his grip tightening on my ankle as if to remind me of our friends-only agreement. “I don’t want you waking up with regrets. I can’t do a relationship, can’t give you what you’re looking for. And I know, even as we’re laughing and kissing and things are about to escalate, that casual isn’t really your style.”
“I can totally do casual,” I sound way more confident than I feel, as my foot moves over his cock.
“Lexi.” He says my name like a warning, struggling to keep his cool.
“It’s fine,” I reply, letting my lady parts do the talking instead of my brain. “We’re both adults here.”
Friends with benefits, no big deal.
I’m cool with it. Got too much on my plate right now anyway. Maybe I just need a little release too, to forget about my problems.
He watches, with hooded eyes under long lashes, as I crawl forward and climb onto his lap, lust swelling sharply as I straddle my thighs around him.
I can’t hold back a shameless dirty moan at the feel of his rigid length pressed intimately against my soaked core.
That pesky inner voice keeps nagging about major trouble ahead, broken hearts and regret if I try getting frisky with this guy. That I’ll only end up burned.
But right now, common sense can go fuck itself sideways. Friends be damned, all I want is Connor Quinn on top of me. Now.
He grips my waist possessively. “You sure about this?”
“Yeah,” I breathe as his finger traces my parted lips, movements agonizingly slow.
“When we fucked in my office, I didn’t get to properly enjoy the view.” His gravel tone skates down my spine as he drags rough kisses along my jaw. “Tonight, I plan on exploring every incredible inch . . .”
This version of him makes me nervous in the most delicious way.
Without warning, he stands up, effortlessly lifting me in his arms. My stomach flips as I realize where he’s taking us.
THIRTY-SIX
Lexi
