“One night.” “I couldn’t stand you longer.” “Jay and Terrence can never know.” “Obviously,” Miles scoffs. “No sex.” My mouth lifts at his eye twitch. “You don’t deserve this pussy.” “You flatter yourself,” Miles says. “You’ll beg for this dick before I’d ever fuck you.” “Let’s get one thing straight.” I shift closer, inches away from broad lips pressed into a hard line and a goatee trimmed to perfection. “You want to play with me tonight. Consider it a gift. My vagina is perfection.” I lean back and look at the obvious tent in Miles’s pants. “Don’t challenge me. You’ll lose every time.”
