“You know what they say. Practice makes perfect.”
30
SUTTON
“Come on,Shorty. I’m dying here.” Parker’s hands settle on my shoulders and he squeezes gently, his long fingers soothing my tired muscles. It’s Sunday night and we’re holed up in my room, putting the finishing touches on our AMP paper. “We’ll be quick. Then we can get right back to work distraction free.”
I grin, but keep my attention fixed on the laptop before me. “Last time I checked, sex was a major distraction.”
“Exactly.” He leans down and his breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, “Once I lick your pussy, I’ll be way more focused.”
My core clenches and I press my thighs together beneath the desk. “You’re insatiable.”
“What can I say?” He nips my ear and I lean into it, the scrape of his teeth doing unholy things to my body. “You have that effect on me.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” But someone has to be the responsible adult here and clearly it’s not going to be Parker. Not tonight, anyway. “Work first. Sex later.”
It’s practically becoming my mantra.
Mamá would be so proud.
Or not.
Parker’s a great guy. Smart, considerate—despite my initial perception of him—gorgeous, and an athlete to boot. But he’s not long-term.
Hell, he’s not even short-term because we are not a couple.
“Suit yourself.” He straightens and shoves his hands in the pockets of his joggers. “It’s just that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Friday night.”
Same, but... “What about it?”
I shouldn’t encourage him—we have work to do—but I’m already turned on, so screw it.
“I’ve been thinking of all the creative ways I could use the rose bud on your body.” He pauses and I turn to face him, curiosity getting the best of me. “I’ve finally decided which we’re going to try first.”
“And?”
A slow smile spreads across his face and it’s pure challenge. “I could bend you over the desk right now and show you.”
An image of Parker bending me over the desk, legs spread wide as he wraps my hair around his fist and enters me from behind, incinerates every other thought in my brain.
“Think about it, Shorty. You could have my cock filling every inch of you as Rose works your clit.” I squirm, trying to relieve the growing ache between my legs. “Just say the word.”
Yes.
I clamp my lips shut before the word can escape, but it’s futile. Devin’s eyes sparkle with laughter, leaving no doubt he can sense my inner turmoil.
Mierda. I’m so in over my head.
Enemies with benefits was one thing, but this? How am I supposed to give this up when Parker gets bored and moves on? Because he will tire of this arrangement, eventually.
That’s the whole point, right?
To keep it casual.
To have a little fun and then go our separate ways.
A clean break.
