“I can’t physically be with anyone else, Drew,” Will whispers into my mouth. “It’s like my body and brain reject any thought of me touching another girl who isn’t you.” He drives the kisses deeper, panting heavily when we break apart. “And that scares the shit out of me because I’m convinced that guys like Tristan would take you to bed in a heartbeat.”
“I don’t like Tristan though,” I volley back.
“Is it because he’s an asshole?” Will asks, and damn my brain for finding him funny.
“He isn’t an asshole,” I scold him between kisses. “He’s a good person and a scorned brother because you broke his sister’s heart.”
“I would never break yours.”
“Huh?” I reply, sure I didn’t hear that correctly.
He shakes his head into the side of my neck and works on leaving another hickey, which I’ll need to cover with concealer.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
Against my better judgment, I decide not to press him for clarity. A few dates is one thing, but there’s no way Will Jones would ever consider having a girlfriend. Anyway, it’s not like I’m at a point in my life where I’d get serious with anyone.
Would I?
“If you want to hook up more, then we can try and make it work,” I say quietly, like someone could be eavesdropping.
He pulls me away from the wall and turns us around, yanking a white towel from the rail and wrapping it around my shoulders. How he does it all with one arm is impressive, but not entirely surprising, given his strength and build.
“When?” he questions, walking us back through to the bedroom.
“When what?” I ask when he stands me next to the bed.
“When can we hook up again?” he asks, dropping to his knees and setting a kiss just above my navel.
The heat of his breath makes my core ache, and I guide his mouth toward my apex.
“How about right now?” I joke while being deadly serious at the same time.
Will swipes his tongue through me and holds my ass in his palms, squeezing my cheeks together in a way that shouldn’t be so freaking sexy. It’s this guy’s dominance and the possessive way he treats my body that I love.
“What about later tonight?”
My eyes bug out. “After we’ve had dinner at your mom and dad’s?!”
He just shrugs. “Why not? I promise to be on my best behavior while we’re there.”
I roll my eyes at him and only because I know my disdain feeds his desire for me.
“I’ll think about it, Hotshot. But …” I lift a finger and cut him off before he goes down on me again. “We need to go over the notes for today’s meeting while you’re here.”
Like a petulant child, he drops his shoulders. “Boring.”
“Necessary,” I counter.
I nearly fall backward when he lifts my right leg and rests it on his shoulder. I grip his wet hair to steady myself, and he groans with pleasure.
“All right, Baby. You run me through today’s agenda, and I’ll work this pretty clit until you’re screaming it. Categorize your orgasms underOther Business.”
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