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I know he wants me, and he can’t fucking stand it.
"I think I misspoke. What happened today can’t happen at work again."
There is no way anyone else on this Earth is better in bed than Hale Calloway.
On the counter. Against the door. In the shower. Twice. All. On. Friday.
sometimes spiked, because I love being a bad influence on people
"Always with the animosity, Kaede. Seriously, if people didn’t know you were straight, they’d think you’re harboring a ridiculous amount of sexual tension toward me."
"You’re getting off?" Hale says, his brow furrowed. Ah hell, so many things I could do with that one.
I'm the dumbass who knows I'll still keep sleeping with Hale. Because he's lit my world on fire and is burning it down with every touch.
"I was in love with him!" I roar, my hand slamming down on the desk.
"I was in love with Rain. He was my goddamn best friend and I would have done anything for him!
Whatever it might be and no matter how insane it might sound, I still understand Kaede’s pain. Because it’s exactly how I feel when I think about losing Hale.
Two. Fucking. Weeks. And this manic desire and obsessive need I’m feeling for him has only grown.
I want him and there’s no way I can go on pretending like I don’t anymore.
"I’m not…" I say again, rolling the words around in my head. "...happy avoiding you." "Then why are you?"
And it floors me, how good it makes me feel to know I’m the one who just made him happy. Or how I want to do it again.
It's the only time he actually manages to shut up and not irritate the living shit out of me, when my cock is either balls deep inside his ass or his mouth.
And God, does he love every damn second of it. Yeah, I guess I do too.
What game are you playing right now? Whatever it is, it’s working. Because something like jealousy rips through my body at the sight of them like that.
"What can I say, Hale? I love to live up to my title as a disappointment."
Maybe my tastes are a bit more singularly focused as of late. Namely, I prefer assholes dressed in impeccable Armani suits with wicked blue eyes and hair as dark as midnight.
If I can't kiss Hale Calloway, there sure as hell won't be anyone else doing it either.
"Eyes," Hale’s voice calls,
Instinctually, they snap open at the command in his voice, my gaze colliding with Hale’s only a moment later.
I want Roman. I want him on his knees. I want him to say he’s sorry for fucking around with the stripper in front of me.
I hate him so much for all this.
In every other way, Roman and I are melded together, fused to the molecular level, and left on simmer while this tension between us continues to build.
I want to vomit at the sight of his hands on what’s mine. Even if neither Roman nor I have determined it yet.
I want his mouth on mine while I fuck Jesse and any other man out of his goddamn system. Until there's nothing left but me.
I’d be happy to end my time on this Earth now that I know the blissful brutality of his mouth on mine.
It’s been years since I've wanted one person and one person alone. And it left me completely obliterated, not wanting to feel a goddamn thing for another human being for the rest of my life.
Because baby, as much as I let you control me, I will not be made into a fool."
"And most importantly? It’s only us. Do you understand? You fuck me and only me."
"Only you," he says, and somehow the words instantly begin to hold a different meaning. A much more significant one, at that.
"And I’m the only one who fucks you. Who worships your cock with my hands and my mouth."
"Only. Fucking. Me," I growl, accentuating each word with another brutal thrust.
"I want your tongue in my ass and fist around my cock every fucking day for the rest of my life."
Kissing him...fuck, it feels like he’s the air in my lungs and the oxygen my body craves.
I’ve never felt this all-consuming need and desire with anyone. The possibility of sheer and total destruction at another person’s hand.
"Being inside you makes me fucking stupid apparently." "I know the feeling," he says. "You do the same thing to me."
"Inside me." Fuck me, this man is my undoing.
And here I thought sassy Hale was just as sexy as dommy Hale. Insecure Hale, though? Timid and unsure Hale? He takes the motherfucking cake.
Our fourth kiss. Because apparently I’m now the kind of person to keep track of that sorta thing.
Yeah...he's growing on me. Like a fungus or something.
And the uneasy feeling that overwhelms me when I think about the possibility of this coming to an end?
Then I kiss him. Again. For what might be the third or fifth or tenth time overall. But it's the first time since the night at the club. The first time I've freely made this move.
And the first time something as simple as another pair of lips on mine causes my intestines to do weird flips and cartwheels.
He feels and looks and tastes like my downfall. But what a way to fucking go.
"Careful, Rome," I warn, grinding my body into his even harder. "Or you'll end up with my cock in your ass right here and now."
"I don't know what's more beautiful," I whisper, eyes locked on his. "You wet and writhing while riding my finger, or bent over and taking my cock like you were made for it."
Beautiful. Handsome. Whatever. All you need to know is your body was built for mine."
