Page 133 of Vicious Temptation

Except fuck buddies probably don’t have heartfelt talks, spend time at a lake that means something to one of them, and end it at a place the other only shares with people they love and trust.

I shove that thought aside before it can become something I don’t want to examine. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I wanted him up here, so I brought him. I want him now, so I’m going to have him.

It’s that simple.

“Fuck me already, Thiago. We’re the worst friends with benefits. You’ve only fucked me once.”

Thiago lets out a low laugh. “Keeping count?”

“It’s not exactly difficult when the number is one.”

His hand slides beneath my ass. “Sounds like I’ve been neglecting my responsibilities.”

“You absolutely have.”

He kisses me again, and the teasing leaves his voice when I tighten my legs around his waist and rock my hips, grinding against his cock.

“Then I should probably fix that.” He grips my hip, but instead of giving me what I want, he pulls back. “But there’s still that little problem.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

I bite my bottom lip.

Well, fuck. That’s right.

We used one last time, and going without one was never part of whatever arrangement we made. But with him naked between my legs and my body already aching for him, the idea suddenly feels a lot less terrifying than it should.

“I’m on birth control.”

He looks me directly in the eye. “You sure? I’m clean, but I want you to be sure.”

I hesitate, actually giving myself enough time to answer that question instead of letting my pussy do it for me.

I started taking the pill years ago, because apparently my uterus enjoys trying to murder me once a month, but pregnancy isn’t what makes me pause.

It’s the intimacy of it, knowing there’s nothing between us.

Fuck, I want that.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

His forehead presses to mine. “You change your mind, you tell me.”

“I will.” I rock against him again. “Now stop making me regret being responsible enough to take birth control every damn day and fuck me.”

“My girl is needy,” he rasps against my ear.

“And you’re still talking.”

He kisses me hard. Then he lines that pretty dick up with my entrance and eases in the tip, the metal of his piercing grazing sensitive skin and wiping every smart-ass thing I was about to say from my head.

My arms close around his shoulders as I take him in, slower than either of us probably wants because there’s nothing between us this time, just heat and skin and the overwhelming awareness of how different he feels without a barrier.

“Fuck,” I whisper against his mouth.

He’s barely halfway in, and already my thighs are straining around his waist.