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Avery’s soft laugh breaks what little control I have left. I pull her to me and press a kiss to her lips.
Her mouth is like a peach—soft but firm. When she parts her lips to give me access, her tongue dances with mine like we’d been doing this for years.
Then her body goes rigid and she pushes me away from her.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Avery says, starting to pace around the kitchen. “I was with Wesley last night. I shouldn’t be having anything to do with you, and I sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing you in his kitchen. I can't even begin to imagine how he’s going to react when he finds out. Oh, he's going to be so angry with me. How are we going to tell him?”
Her face twists into a scowl when she sees the smile I can't seem to wipe off my face.
“What could you possibly have to smile about?” she demands.
“Is that your only concern? What Wesley’s going to think, I mean?”
“I think that's a pretty big concern and I have no idea why you don't seem to be taking this as seriously as I am. You've been friends for years. Years! Kissing someone he slept with last night kind of seems like a relationship ender to me.”
“Just to be clear, this is all about how Wesley is going to feel about it. It has nothing to do with your not finding me attractive.”
“Why is this the part of the conversation you're fixating on? What does it matter if I find you attractive or not? I clearly do. Why else would all my common sense and decency fly out the window as soon as you touched me? But that’s so far beyond the point, it’s on a different continent.”
I catch her hand as she passes me, putting a stop to the pacing. She doesn’t stop me or even pull away, so I decide to take that as a good sign.
I tip her chin up with a finger, forcing her to look at me.
“Let me tell you a little something about my friend Wesley.” I smirk. “Wesley likes to watch.”
Her eyes widen, but she lets me grab her waist and pull her closer.
“Do you know what his favorite thing to see is, Princess?”
She bites her lip “No.”
“He likes watching his friends play with his toys,” I say, my voice dark with need. “And if he came home and saw me eating you on this island like you were my last meal, he’d stand right against that wall there, watching every face you make when you come for me.”
I trail open-mouthed kisses from the base of her neck to right under her ear.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she gasps.
“Is that something you’d like, Princess? Being perched up here on the counter for everyone to see you, me between your perfect thighs, and seeing just how sexy he thinks you are while he watches us?”
“Yes.”
I drop her on the island in front of a barstool, and she squirms uncomfortably on the counter.
“You can change your mind, you know,” I say worriedly. “If this is too much?—”
“No, it’s just…”
She flushes a deep shade of scarlet.
“Just what?”
“It’s cold,” she whimpers.
“Do you mean to tell me, you’re completely bare under that shirt?”
She nods.
My cock is unbearably hard. I need to see all of her and I’m not waiting another second for it.
