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lips have just been.”
I shoved him. “Be quiet!” I closed the door laughing.
Eric had pulled his pants on. “I think you may need a new phone.” He smiled as he held up a crushed phone.
“What the heck, Eric.”
I grabbed my phone.
“Hey, you wanted it to stop. So it stopped,” he said simply and shrugged one shoulder unapologetically.
“Um, there is the ignore button,” I huffed.
“They kept calling back. And that ringtone you’ve got has to be the most unsexy ringtone in the world.”
“Turn the power off then don’t crush it.”
“Like I can think with you moaning sooo seductively in my ear.” His voice purred as he stood in front of me. “Now that you are sober, I can take further advantage of you without any guilt.” He plucked at the collar of his shirt.
“I was sober enough last night that you shouldn’t feel any guilt, but drunk enough to do things that won’t happen again.” I winked at him.
“I already told you, I am not going to give you what we both know you want until you admit how badly you want it.” He slowly started to pull his shirt from me.
“What are you doing?” I asked in shocked exasperation.
“This is mine, and I do need it back,” he continued. “The view is just a bonus.” His hand brushed across my belly as he slid the shirt completely off me.
My body shivered in response to his eyes taking me in. Damn, I did want him. I took a step from him and his strong hand caught me around the waist. I was flattened against him. Damn it, our bodies fit together perfectly. He was rock solid against my soft curves. My body wanted to melt. His head dipped and kissed me softly. I wanted him to deepen it. I wanted him to re-awaken every single thing inside of me. But he broke our kiss all too soon.
“Thank you. Duty calls.” He came back in for another kiss, and as our lips met, his turned into a whisper and he was gone. I stood there alone, longing to have his warmth back against me.
I reached for my shirt. I began to button it up, sad that Eric was gone and because of what his “duty” actually meant. Then I realized. Last night I slept, and I dreamed.
Chapter 6
After my initial euphoria of last night’s climax, I realized how stupid I was for what I had done. Had I really just been intimate with Eric, the Angel of Death? I smacked my palm against my forehead. Great, Mayne, just freaking great.
Normally, in the past, I’d erase one stupid hook-up by doing something equally or more stupid. The only thing that would top the Eric Fellatio-slash-finger bang would be to chase down Devon and insert peen into nearest hole. Ewl . I shivered. I was so not going to do that.
Though, if rumors were true, Devon made sex an art form. His conquests, which is what they were since Devon never stuck around much longer than the climax, would grin even at the mention of his name. I shook my head. That boy is going to be in a world of trouble when he finally wants to settle down and no girl wants to because of his slut-dom. Even with the threat of a good time or even to erase this latest mistake, the thought of Devon and me seemed skeevie and a bit incestuous.
No, I had to handle this like a big girl. If only I were into masturbation, I wouldn’t be walking around like a ticking, horny bomb, and I wouldn’t have jumped Eric the very second I was tipsy. But I did enjoy it. I found myself smiling at the replay that was going on in my mind.
“Ugh! Stop it, Mayne !” I again slapped my forehead and flopped dramatically backward on the recliner. But I couldn’t help it. Me, my chair, hell my entire apartment smelled of him. It was a subtle, deliciously warm scent that wrapped around me.
I could picture his serious eyes warm with a hidden smile as they often did whenever I spoke to him. I knew I was falling for him. I couldn’t help myself. Hell, I wanted him. I know it’s wrong, but if I put distance between us to halt this gigantic mistake it would hurt me too much. Worse,
I shoved him. “Be quiet!” I closed the door laughing.
Eric had pulled his pants on. “I think you may need a new phone.” He smiled as he held up a crushed phone.
“What the heck, Eric.”
I grabbed my phone.
“Hey, you wanted it to stop. So it stopped,” he said simply and shrugged one shoulder unapologetically.
“Um, there is the ignore button,” I huffed.
“They kept calling back. And that ringtone you’ve got has to be the most unsexy ringtone in the world.”
“Turn the power off then don’t crush it.”
“Like I can think with you moaning sooo seductively in my ear.” His voice purred as he stood in front of me. “Now that you are sober, I can take further advantage of you without any guilt.” He plucked at the collar of his shirt.
“I was sober enough last night that you shouldn’t feel any guilt, but drunk enough to do things that won’t happen again.” I winked at him.
“I already told you, I am not going to give you what we both know you want until you admit how badly you want it.” He slowly started to pull his shirt from me.
“What are you doing?” I asked in shocked exasperation.
“This is mine, and I do need it back,” he continued. “The view is just a bonus.” His hand brushed across my belly as he slid the shirt completely off me.
My body shivered in response to his eyes taking me in. Damn, I did want him. I took a step from him and his strong hand caught me around the waist. I was flattened against him. Damn it, our bodies fit together perfectly. He was rock solid against my soft curves. My body wanted to melt. His head dipped and kissed me softly. I wanted him to deepen it. I wanted him to re-awaken every single thing inside of me. But he broke our kiss all too soon.
“Thank you. Duty calls.” He came back in for another kiss, and as our lips met, his turned into a whisper and he was gone. I stood there alone, longing to have his warmth back against me.
I reached for my shirt. I began to button it up, sad that Eric was gone and because of what his “duty” actually meant. Then I realized. Last night I slept, and I dreamed.
Chapter 6
After my initial euphoria of last night’s climax, I realized how stupid I was for what I had done. Had I really just been intimate with Eric, the Angel of Death? I smacked my palm against my forehead. Great, Mayne, just freaking great.
Normally, in the past, I’d erase one stupid hook-up by doing something equally or more stupid. The only thing that would top the Eric Fellatio-slash-finger bang would be to chase down Devon and insert peen into nearest hole. Ewl . I shivered. I was so not going to do that.
Though, if rumors were true, Devon made sex an art form. His conquests, which is what they were since Devon never stuck around much longer than the climax, would grin even at the mention of his name. I shook my head. That boy is going to be in a world of trouble when he finally wants to settle down and no girl wants to because of his slut-dom. Even with the threat of a good time or even to erase this latest mistake, the thought of Devon and me seemed skeevie and a bit incestuous.
No, I had to handle this like a big girl. If only I were into masturbation, I wouldn’t be walking around like a ticking, horny bomb, and I wouldn’t have jumped Eric the very second I was tipsy. But I did enjoy it. I found myself smiling at the replay that was going on in my mind.
“Ugh! Stop it, Mayne !” I again slapped my forehead and flopped dramatically backward on the recliner. But I couldn’t help it. Me, my chair, hell my entire apartment smelled of him. It was a subtle, deliciously warm scent that wrapped around me.
I could picture his serious eyes warm with a hidden smile as they often did whenever I spoke to him. I knew I was falling for him. I couldn’t help myself. Hell, I wanted him. I know it’s wrong, but if I put distance between us to halt this gigantic mistake it would hurt me too much. Worse,
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