She paused under me, eyes blinking open slowly. “That’s rude. Benefits are currently carrying this arrangement.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I like the benefits part.”
“Shocking.”
“It’s the friends part that makes me want to file a complaint.”
Her mouth twitched. “What, you don’t want to braid hair and talk about our feelings?”
“I’m about to fuck you and you’re still trying to friend-zone me.”
“I’m multi-talented.”
“You’re a menace.”
“Friends with benefits keeps me emotionally affordable.”
“Not even close.” I kissed her again before she could argue, slow and thorough enough that her fingers curled against my back and her next breath came out shaky. “You’re the most expensive thing I’ve ever touched.”
Her eyes softened for half a second before she tried to ruin it. “You’re rich, so I—”
“Emotionally, Pip.”
She smiled, desperate to ignore my meaning. “Disgusting.”
I kissed her. “Accurate.”
“I hate you.”
No, she didn’t.
“No, you don’t.”
She huffed, but her body gave her away. It always did. Her hips shifted under mine, subtle but not subtle enough, and I ground against her just enough for her to feel me through the layers between us. Her breath stuttered, and my grip on her ass tightened.
“I’ve never had this,” I said.
Her lashes lifted. “Had what?”
“A girlfriend. Friends with benefits. Whatever this is.”
Her brows pinched. “You’ve never had friends with benefits?”
“No.”
“Let me guess.” Her tone turned too casual too fast. Interesting. “You had benefits.”
“Yes.”
“A lot of them?”
I watched her stiffen immediately, and there it was. That flash of jealousy she probably wanted to stab before I noticed it, but I noticed everything.
My mouth curved before I could stop it. “Careful, Pip.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Careful with what?”
“Getting possessive.”
