It was strange negotiating our future sexual encounters in public, but there was also something erotic about it.
My gaze fell back to his hands.
Get a grip.
“What are you getting out of it?” I asked, searching for any reason to say no.
“Do you really have to ask? Did I not make it clear how enjoyable last night was for me?”
His complement made heat spread across my cheeks. The longer he held my gaze, the stronger the pulse between my legs grew. “Never took you for such a simple guy.”
He grinned. “We’ve all got base instincts to take care of.”
Ugh. I couldn’t really argue with that.
“Okay.” I let out a long breath.
Kaz leaned back, a satisfied expression on his face. “I promise you that you won’t regret it.”
“So where do we do it? In your car?”
He let out a dark chuckle. “Tempting, given it’s parked around the corner, but I’m not having you for the first time in a car. When I fuck you, Molly, I’m going to lay you out like a feast and take my time tasting every part of you.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and I pulled my lip between my teeth. Kaz’s gaze dropped to my mouth. “You sure you don’t want me to come over?”
No matter how badly I wanted Kaz to deliver on that tempting promise, I couldn’t let him do it at my place. Given how he’d reacted to the state of my car, I knew he’d have a lot to say about the apartment. And what if Cory tried to pay me a visit? I didn’t even want to think about that confrontation.
“I have to do some work before tomorrow,” I said, picking up my last dumpling.
He gave me a smile and got back to his food while I tried hard to ignore the fluttering in my belly.
It’s just sex.
And I wasn’t going to let it become anything more than that.
13
KAZ
When I leftthe house to meet Molly, Mason was out trying to sweat out his hangover at the gym. Part of me hoped he’d still be gone when I returned home. I didn’t know what to tell him if he asked me where I’d gone. The thing with Molly was turning out to be a lot more complicated than I’d anticipated, but I couldn’t bring myself to call it off.
Last night, when I walked in on her in that dance studio, I was once again confronted with the fact that I’d been massively wrong about her. That rule-following girl I’d first met must be a mask she hid behind, because there wasnothingrule following about the woman who let me eat her out from behind while a celebrity-studded party raged no more than a hundred feet away.
My dick perked up at the memory.
In a world filled with boring stereotypes, Molly was proving to be anything but. I was curious about her, and now I had the opportunity to find out what made her tick.
She’d just said yes to becoming fuck buddies, and I wanted her more than I cared to admit.
Even if I was just a means to an end.
There was no point in trying to figure out what she still felt toward Mason, or what he thought of her. The important piece was that both of them were trying to move on. By getting involved with Molly, in theory, I was helping them both. And, yeah, maybe it wasn’t all completely altruistic, but I had nothing to feel guilty about as far as Mase was concerned. He gave me his blessing.
Some of the tightness around my chest eased.
I walked into our house, collapsed on the couch, and flipped through the TV. Everything was quiet. No one was home.
A half hour later, Mason walked through the door. His hair was wet with sweat and sticking to his face, and he gave me a tired grin when he saw me on the couch.
