I have a thing for my best friend.
Jesus Christ, she’s all I think about these days. The way she filled out those jeans the other day had my cock straining against my zipper. I wanted to strip her bare in that bedroom and push into her from behind and fuck her until she forgot her name.
This isWillow, and I’m suddenly so attracted to her, I can’t see straight.
And her hair is fucking silk, and I want to wrap it around my fingers while she’s on her knees—
Fucking hell.
When I heard Aiden tell her to fuck off, it ignited something primal in my chest. He’s just a kid, but I wanted to teach him a lesson for speaking to her that way. Instead, I made sure he went to the barn to cool off.
This is Willow.I keep saying that to myself, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
I can’t get enough of her.
Gideon had to go back to my office for another call with someone in DC, and I glance over to where Wills is on the top of a step stool, reaching high above her head. The motion makes her arch her back,pushes her tits out, and puts that perfect ass on display. The woman’s body was made for the leggings she’s wearing today.
I’m going to hell for lusting after my best friend.
“Hey. You don’t need to get the stuff up high. I’ll do it.”
“It’s fine,” she replies and catches her tongue in her teeth, stretching up to peel the paper, and the stool tips. Before she can let out a peep, I’m next to her, my arm wrapped around her middle, tugging her to me. “I wasn’t going to fall.”
“There’s a reason I call you Trouble. Because you’re always getting into it. I told you to work down lower.”
“You’re not the boss of me, Captain.”
My dick twitches at her calling me that.
Let’s be honest, my dick twitches whenever she’s nearby these days, full stop.
I press my lips to her ear, still holding her against me, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads when I feel her gasp. “You’re in my house, Wills. That makes me the boss of you.”
“Whatever.” She tries to sound like her normal bratty self, but her voice is breathy, and when she steps out of my hold and smooths her hands down her shirt, there’s no mistaking the way her nipples are puckered.
She’s not oblivious to me either.
“Fine.” She sniffs and turns away from me. “I’ll start in the corner over here.”
She bends over, and I have immediate regrets.
Especially when Gideon walks in and catches me ogling her ass.
Goddamn it.
He lifts a brow, and I shake my head and turn away.
“I do have to go,” he says with a heavy sigh. “My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon.”
“We can ride out with Dusty first thing,” I reply.
“I’m sorry to leave early.”
I shake my head and clap him on the shoulder. “Don’t be. You’ve been here for almost three weeks, man. The furniture comes tomorrow. The house is mostly cleared out. After tomorrow, things are pretty much business as usual around here.”
He nods, but I see the guilt in his eyes.
“Stop it. I’m a big boy. You don’t have to hold my hand.”
