Page 64 of Not Dating Material

I yank apart from him with a gasp. “I’m sorry.” It’s a reflex because, if I’m honest, I’m not sorry at all. Well, apart from the whole screwing with his feelings thing.

“Don’t be sorry.” He moves closer automatically, like he’s magnetized, and he curls fists into my shirt. “I’m not sorry. I will be if you stop kissing me, but this feels like one of the most perfect moments of my life.”

“In the seedy men’s room of a nightclub?”

“I’ve sucked dick in worse places.”

My pulse rate surges. “You wanna suck my dick?”

Molly’s swollen lips twitch, and the flirty thing flutters his lashes at me. In so short a time, he already knows exactly how to play me. “I’ll even ask very, very nicely.”

“How so?”

He presses closer, arms trapped between us, and pushes up onto his toes. His voice is syrupy sweet and makes my cock kick at the sound. “Pretty please take pity on me, Seven. I want to be good for you. To lick and suck until I make you feel so, so good and you reward me with the taste of your cum.”

Ohhhhhh no.

I swear my brain checks out for a second.

It’s almost impossible to say no to him. “It wouldn’t be right. I wouldn’t—I don’t want things to get mixed up. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He drops the innocence. “I’m not an idiot. You told me straight up that relationships aren’t in the cards for you, and I get it. But on the other hand, you’re so fucking hot that it’s becoming impossible to concentrate around you. Just this once?” A wicked glint hits his eyes as he flutters them again. “Please.”

“You’re dangerous.”

“What if I like being dangerous?”

“Then I’m goddamn screwed.”

Molly laughs, then takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom, down the hall, and to a door marked “emergency exit.”

“What if it’s alar—”

Molly ignores me as he shoulders it open and pulls me through. We’re in a narrow, dimly lit stairwell. The stairs and walls are painted black, narrow strip lights at our feet and overhead. Molly grins, shadows playing across his face, and backs me into the wall.

“We’re all alone out here.”

“I see that.”

“And tomorrow, we can both pretend like we were very, very drunk and can’t remember anything.”

My nostrils flare at his offer. Having him with absolutely zero strings? No commitments?

“Just this once?” I check.

Molly’s smile spreads, hits me deep in the chest. “Onetime offer.”

“Well, in that case …” I stoop to grab my hands around his thighs, heft him into the air, and then turn and press his back against the wall. He’s a featherweight, and it takes almost no effort to hold him up.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

I wrap his legs around my waist, then palm his needy dick. “So’s this.”

Molly hums. “Do that again.”

So I do, shamelessly, enjoying the way his hard shaft fits perfectly in my hand. His breathing deepens, latching onto something deep in my gut and tightening the need drawing us together.

His arms and legs are octopused around me, and it makes me chuckle. “I’ve got my own personal Sevipus,” I note.

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