He rubbed his nose over my ear, then whispered, “Be very sure, Dallas.”
My heart pounded in my chest. The question wasn’t hard to answer, but my reply would definitely change the dynamic at play. I could stop this, and maybe our tentative friendship would remain intact. Or I could keep going and have a delicious orgasm.
“Dallas?” His hand slipped between my legs and his fingers brushed my clit.
Damn. My body burned with need, screaming its answer loud and clear before I whispered, “I’m sure.”
Preston tugged his shirt off and dropped his pants. Seconds later, he was inside me. We made slow love, different from the first time. It was torture, really. Because I knew it couldn’t last. It was so easy to lose myself in him, inus. It felt like we were destined to do this, meant to spend more nights like this. I let out a hoarse cry when I came, gasping for breath as my orgasm pulsed through me. Preston followed me over, moaning my name.
A moment later, he bit down on my shoulder gently and stood. Immediately, I missed his warmth and wanted to pull him back. So I did. I grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward, wrapping my legs around him.
He placed a sweet kiss to my lips. “Ask me to stay?”
The doorbell went off, startling me. “Shit,” I muttered, sliding off the counter. “Who the fuck is that?”
Preston pulled on his jeans while I rushed to the other side of the kitchen island to grab my clothes. I scrambled to get dressed and hurried to the door. I peered through the peephole and rested my forehead against the door. Glancing back at him, I gave him a once-over to make sure he was fully dressed. He was. Then, I opened the door.
Demi shouted, “I’m here!” before she hugged me. “Why are you sweating?” She surveyed me. “And why are your pants on backward?”
I looked down at my pants. “Um…”
She brushed past me. “I figured I’d surprise you, because you need my… Oh, damn.” My best friend looked at me, then Preston. “I probably should’ve called first.”
He greeted Demi and walked toward me. “I’d better go.”
In the background, Demi pointed at Preston and started twerking. I rolled my eyes at her and faced him. “Okay.”
Leaning closer, he whispered, “Just so you know, we’re not finished here.”
I didn’t comment on that. Instead, I patted his shoulder. “Okay. Drive safe.”
He smirked. “Yeah, okay.”
I watched him jog to his car. A moment later, I closed the door.Three,two,one…
“This is just business,” Demi teased, mocking my stance from the beginning of this ruse.
I groaned. “Shut up.” I stalked over to the kitchen and poured us both healthy glasses of wine. I handed her the glass. “I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”
“I thought I’d come early to help my friend figure out her shit.” Demi’s eyes flickered with amusement as she sipped her Merlot. “But after what I just witnessed, I’m thinking you don’t need me.”
I padded over to the couch and plopped down. “We’re not talking about this.”
“Shiiiittt, we’re definitely talking about this.” She grabbed the bag of Chicago Mix popcorn on my counter and joined me on the sofa. “I need to know how you went from business to fucking.” She froze. “I hope I’m not sitting in the wet spot.”
I cracked up. “You’re a damn fool.”
She arched a brow. “Am I?”
I eyed her over the rim of my glass. “The wet spot is probably on the counter,” I mumbled.Note to self: Sanitize that countertop before bed.
Demi stood up and did the running man. “Alright, nah. That’s what I’m talking about.” She fell back on the cushion. “Ooh.” She blew out a breath. “That’s not as easy as it once was.”
“Girl, it was never easy.”
She munched on the popcorn. “Whatishappening between you and Hottie Hayes?”
“Nothing. It was just a slip-up.”
