When I pull it out, I don’t mean to, but I groan.
The guys told me to block Amanda’s number, but I didn’t want to be a dick. Which is really funny considering what she did. Now I’m not only regretting not blocking it but also not setting boundaries.
“Booty call?” Josie questions.
“No,” I show her my screen. “Just an ex-girlfriend who won’t get the hint.”
Something sparks in her eyes and her lips twist in a small grimace. But then her entire expression morphs into somethingwicked. She sets her mug on the coffee table and stands in front of me.
I crane my head back, staring up at her, and clench my jaw. She’s so close and smells so good. All I want to do is touch her.
“You helped me with Bryson. I want to help you. Do you trust me?” She holds her hand out, palm up, and I realize she’s asking for my phone.
It stops vibrating and without giving it a thought, I unlock it and hand it to her.
“Can I sit on you?”
My heart careens and my body thrums with need. “Yeah, sure, go ahead.”
She takes the mug from my hand, sets it next to hers, then makes herself comfortable on my lap. I think I hold my breath. I’m not sure because her ass is nestled right above my dick, so it’s hard to focus on anything else.
“What do you want me to do?” My voice is gruff. Fuck.
“Nothing. Just stay still and breathe. You’ll pass out if you don’t.” The tease in her voice doesn’t help me. She’s nonchalant and I’m struggling.
“I’m breathing just fine.” My voice, fuck, why does it sound like that? It sounds breathless, husky.
“Mm-hmm.” She lays my phone on her lap and pulls the thin straps of her tank top down and under her arms. Everything still remains as it is but her shoulders are bare and I’m still here struggling to breathe like a fish out of water. “Kiss my shoulder.”
“What?” I croak but then clear my throat. Jesus Christ. “What?”
“Put your lips on my shoulder. I’m going to take a picture and send it to her.”
I’m so dizzy, drowning in the scent of her lavender perfume, I can’t think. I do as she instructs, placing my lips on her shoulder.God, she’s soft.I don’t move them as she shifts the camera sothat it faces us. The screen only captures half of my face, from my nose down to my lips on her shoulder.
“Keep doing that, I really like that,” she says, her voice a soft rasp but when a breathy moan escapes her lips, my cock throbs.
My hands flex at my sides, urging me to touch her but I don’t.
“I got it,” she says.
I pull back and don’t say a word, not trusting my voice won’t betray me.
“I left the picture on Live,” she explains, pointing at the top right corner where it says LIVE. “I know she’ll hold the picture down and look. That’s why I said that. Sorry, I should’ve warned you, but it just came to mind.”
Yeah, she should be apologizing because now I want to hear her say it over and over again.
I’m so out of it, I’m hardly able to listen or focus because she’s still sitting on me. I’m in a stupor, stuck in a daze as she goes to my messages and finds her name. I’m glad I changed her name right after I found out she cheated on me. She clicks on it, sending her the picture and a message.
Me: He’s busy.
And then proceeds to put it onDo Not Disturb.
“I hope this is okay?” she asks, still staring at the screen, watching those three dots appear and disappear.
But me, I’m a piece of shit because my gaze trails from her shoulders down to her ass. I’m stuck on her sitting on me like this, and I picture things I shouldn’t, like her bouncing on my cock and screaming my name.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
