Her eyes turn black, but her mouth remains stubborn as always. “Last night I told you that I wanted to give the friends thing a go. And I specifically remember telling you that I didn’t want the benefits on the side.” She clenches her jaw, at war with her emotions.
Piper has always been an open book. I can smell the desire on her, dripping warm down the apex of her thighs, but I also know that she doesn’t wanna gotherebecause she’s afraid of falling back into that same place again.
My desire is clouding my ability to make rational decisions.
“Forget what I said. Today has been a long day and I need my bed.”
“Before you need dinner?” She pitches an eyebrow up at me. “What happened after you left me at the hospital?”
“Nothing,” I tell her. “But sleep has a way of catching up to you when you’ve not managed to get much…of…it.”
Her eyes turn shrewd. “What’s keeping you up at night?”
“I think you know, Hart.” I fold my arms over my chest and watch her scroll her eyes up and down my uniform, like she still can’t get enough of seeing me in it. “We both know that this situation was complicated to begin with, and we didn’t exactly help matters last night.”
“I know.” She finds my eyes. “It also doesn’t help that it was quite possibly the best night of my life.”
I hitch an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“We both know so.”
“You like being bent over my desk—noted.” I let a smirk crawl onto my face and retreat upstairs. “I’m getting an early night, but I’ll be up in the morning for the school run. Night, Hart.”
With a third leg growing between my other two, walking upstairs is a challenge. I make it into my bedroom in one piece, and hear the distant sound of childish laughter coming from Ellie’s room.
I’m lured into Ellie’s room out of curiosity and see her and Sonny laughing contently, in their own world, balancing Barbie dolls on the toy plane Sonny still picks up to play with now and again. They get on like a house on fire and haven’t had one disagreement yet.
I say hello to the pair of them and close myself away in my room for a while to decompress. My erection is gone fully.
Until I pick up my phone and see a message from her.
Hart:Open me.
Attached to the message is a photo, which the rational side of me knows not to open under any circumstance.
Seems like we’re back to the sexting games.
I hover my finger over the message and wait for the screen to go black. Out of sight, out of mind. Except it’s not out of mind.
Hart:Didn’t you want to see how wet I was?
I unlock my phone and tap on the photo. She’s playing a very cruel, confusing game that is testing my restraints even more than before.
The zoomed-in photo of her pussy folds me in half. Her nectar is everywhere, drizzling down between her thighs, just like I thought it would be. Don’t even get me started on the finger that’s teasing through her outside folds, displaying as much of herself for the camera as possible.
I rush downstairs and find her curled up on the couch all the same, but the look on her face is trouble.
My lips crash with hers. I slip my tongue deep into her mouth and devour every inch of her as I tear off her clothes. I can’t undress her fast enough, my fingers itching to get her butt naked and bent over the couch as fast as humanly possible.
“The kids,” she says against my lips, gasping for a breath that I’m not allowing her to take. My lips are back on hers before she has a chance to breathe. “They’re still awake. I don’t want them to?—”
I walk her backward into the kitchen and shut the door, hoisting her up onto the island. She’s level with my eyes now, and thebright light in here illuminates everything. The flushed color of her cheeks. The wanton look in her eye—no longer hiding behind the innocence.
“I don’t want them to hear.”
“They’re distracted enough,” I assure her. “Trust me. A quickie won’t do us any harm.”
Won’t it?
