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I can feel something in my stomach jumping. I shift slightly as I realize that my panties are wet. I am flirting with danger, and I know I shouldn’t be. There’s no point in me teasing him or getting myself worked up because Brett has made it very clear that we’re not going to be more than friends, but maybe that’s why it’s such a fun challenge for me.

“Well, I’m glad to hear those anonymous women had orgasms due to you and your magic member.”

“What does that mean, Rosie?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry, and I’m still a little hungover. Let’s change the subject.” I shift again. The conversation is turning me on, and that is the last thing I need.

“Good. Have a seat, drink your coffee, and your breakfast will be right out.”

“You know something, Brett?”

“What?”

“I’m capable of giving amazing orgasms as well.” I look down at his crotch. “Ones that would make you think twice about having your wicked way with me.” I run my fingers through my hair and flutter my lashes at him. “Can you honestly say that you’ve never thought about what it would be like, having me on top of you?” I whisper in his ear.

There’s a brief look that passes between us that makes my heart race. His brown eyes narrow slightly, and he takes in a sharp breath. My heart skips a beat because in that moment, I know maybe he’s not as immune to me as he would like me to think.

“We’re just friends, Rosie. Neither one of us wants to cross that line.”

“I don’t know about that, Brett. But then maybe I’m the only honest one in this room.” I tilt my head to the side. “Would one night together really be that bad?”

“One night with you would never be just one night,” he grunts, his face intense as he gazes at me.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me into him, and I gasp as my body presses against his. I press my hand into his chest, and his arm slides around my waist so that I can feel his hardness against my stomach.

“I’m not immune to you, Rosie, but I am trying to be a good boy,” he whispers in my ear, trailing his nose down the side of my neck.

I gasp as I look into his dark eyes and watch as he bites down on his lip.

“Because when I’m bad, I’m very, very bad.”

Chapter Four

BRETT

I can still feel her body next to mine, even though we’re no longer touching, and I know I’m in trouble. The fact that my brain can still remember her scent is driving me crazy, but I cannot let myself succumb. I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about Rosie that makes my heart flicker with emotion I don’t think I’ve ever felt before in my life.

“You ready, Rosie?” I call out from the living room.

She heads out of my bedroom with a wet face, her fingers brushing through her hair. “Yeah, I’m ready. Thanks for breakfast.” She smiles at me sweetly, and there’s a twinkle in her eye as she stalks over to me and stops directly in front of me. “I don’t have to go home, you know. Not if you want to do something fun.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I say, even though I know exactly what that means. It’s obvious to me that we both want each other. I’m attracted to her, and now she knows it, and she’s attracted to me. “I’m going to drive you home, and then I’m going to go to the grocery store because I need to get some food.”

“I don’t really care about going to the grocery store unless you’re going to get whipped cream.”

“Why would I be getting whipped cream?”

“To lick it off of me,” she says and then laughs loudly. “You should see the look on your face, Brett.”

“I think I should take you home. You got your stuff?”

“I do. You know you’re a lot of fun to tease, don’t you?”

“I can’t say that I’ve heard that before.”

I open the door and wait for her to step out, and we leave my apartment.

“Thanks again for taking care of me last night. That was really sweet of you,” she says, her voice sincere as she looks up at me. “And I know we’re kind of teasing each other, but I really mean it. A lot of guys would’ve tried to take advantage, and you didn’t. And, well, I know you’re a good guy.”