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So this was a game. A hypothetical way to make me crazy. Getting her home tonight was going to be some kind of fun. “I can’t speak for all men, but I love a nice, long lick. Teasing. Having my shaft and balls played with.”

Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted. She made a breathy grunt, a sound she often released around me. Apparently Ainsley liked a dirty talker, and this extended foreplay was doing it for me. Getting me hotter than I ever remembered being. As soon as I told her all the ways I’d “theoretically” love her to suck me off, we’d be flipping this conversation onto her.

She nodded, expectant, waiting for me to go on. Practically panting for it.

Leaning closer, I obliged. “I like attention on the tip. A bit of teeth is nice, but not too much.”

She whimpered.

“Also hands,” I said, deepening my voice. “I like a firm grip. Lots of suction makes everything nice and tight. Wet and warm. Really love when I can watch, too.”

Her reply: “I think I just came.”

I barked out a laugh, unsure how I found this girl, but thanked my lucky stars her killer heels had sent her flying into my arms. I’d never had this much fun flirting and hanging out. Never experienced arousal so thick my skin itched. “You worried about your skills? Is that what this is about?”

She was glowing and nothing short of beautiful, her sultry smile sending an arrow through my heart. “I love sex.” There was no hint of apology or embarrassment in her tone. “I love being with men and knowing what I like. I also love giving head. Some women find it degrading or, I don’t know, dirty…but it makes me feel powerful. In control. I love watching a man’s legs shake as he unravels, because of me. So, since we’re friends, I figured this was a great opportunity. Like one of those ‘The More You Know’ public-service announcements. You’re helping me do better.” She shrugged a shoulder, like it was nothing.

Like she wasn’t torturing me.

Forget getting her home. I was a second from fucking her perfect mouth right here and now. My dick pulsed, the room suddenly stifling. Soon I’d be jacking off under the table. “What do you say we get out of here?”

But she frowned. “You okay? You look flushed. Was it the food?”

Ainsley was playing with fire now. Toying with me. I’d bought condoms this morning, my first time in years. I’d felt like a teenager again, nervous and excited to ask her out, hoping I’d be making love to her soon. The nerves were gone. All that was left was raging desire. It was time to share how I planned to ravage her in the near future. Get her wet and ready for me. “Since you want to talk about oral sex—”

“Can I offer you any dessert?” our waiter asked.

Great fucking timing, dude. “Just the check.”

Ainsley was all the dessert I needed, and she was eyeing me like she wanted a bite. Until her attention flicked to our audience.

She licked lips and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I could be tempted.”

Excuse me? Was that a seductive note purring in her voice? She was considering him now, her gaze taking in the man’s physique. My confusion grew by the second. My fingers flexed, a second from locking around the asshole’s neck.

Our waiter snuck a glance at me, then focused on Ainsley. “We pride ourselves on our variety here. Lots to offer.” He winked.

Ainsley pushed out her breasts. “I like the sound of that.”

What in the ever loving fuck? The asshole was flirting with her, and she was playing along. No. Not playing along. She was instigating. Could be she was into kinky sex. Maybe she wanted a threesome with this joker. She knew Emmett was gay, probably figured I leaned that way, too. Maybe she’d hoped I was bi. As a teen, I’d debated the idea of being with men. Contemplated my brother’s sexuality and wondered what it would be like. I even kissed a guy once. It never did anything for me, and threesomes weren’t my bag. I liked being with a woman, and I didn’t like to share.

Seeing this side of Ainsley was a bucket of ice water on my nuts.

Our server left to get dessert menus, and Ainsley bounced on her seat. “He’s cute, don’t you think?”

I guess things could get worse. “Not my type.”

She swatted the air, unconcerned by my irate sarcasm. “Obviously. What about for me? I mean, his beard is hot and he has a bit of an accent. English, maybe? Should I ask him out?”

I crossed my arms, part fuming and all sexually frustrated. If she wasn’t after a threesome, then what? More games? More hot and cold? Or maybe I’d been right from the start—she wasn’t into me. She seriously just wanted to be friends. If that was the case, then fine. I liked her. She was fun to be with and easy to talk to, but right now I was riled up and needed space. If I confronted her and asked her outright, I’d wind up saying something rude for leading me on. Better to end this night without putting my bruised ego on display.

“You were right before,” I said, forcing my voice steady, my face placid. “I’m not feeling great. Best if we go.”

She fussed over me for a beat, then proceeded to give our waiter her number as we paid. I sat there like a schmuck, swallowing my anger. Still burning with desire for a woman who wasn’t interested in me. She was the first person I’d connected with since leaving Tessa, and my chest felt like it had been steamrolled. Disappointment sat heavy in my gut.

I drove her to her car, barely a word spoken between us; my frustration didn’t leave much room for conversation. She snuck furtive glances my way, but I couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t. I’d fallen for Ainsley. Beyond the attraction, I’d started imagining us eating breakfast in bed and swimming in the ocean. Doing dishes. Some people found day-to-day life mundane. I reveled in the idea of walking down a grocery aisle, teasing my girl, stealing kisses. I’d actually wondered if Ainsley was my missing piece of glass.

That dream would be a tough bubble to break.