Page 32 of Stuck with Me

“Okay,” she says it so matter-of-factly I’m not sure we’re talking about the same thing.

My throat goes dry. “Okay, what?”

She lifts her brows and flashes me an intriguing smile. “Oh c’mon, Moretti. Are you all talk, or are you gonna do something to find out?”

This time, I don’t back down from her challenge. I stand and position myself between her legs and wrap my hands around her ankles. I tug her toward me, sliding her ass across the island until she reaches the edge, and she inhales a sharp intake of breath. It awakes something inside of me, something feral. I run my hands up her thighs and around her backside.

“What about earlier…when we agreed this would be a bad idea?”

Rosalie leans forward, resting her forearms on my shoulders and pushing her fingers into the back of my hair. “Oh, it’s definitely a bad idea. But who cares? What’s the problem with a little hate sex between enemies?” She flashes me a devious smile.

Fire burns in the space between us and I tug her sweater off her shoulder and press a kiss to the bare skin I’ve just exposed. “You sure that’s what this would be?”

“Positive.”

I stare into her eyes and thrust into her, and she groans. “So you’re suggesting we just, what? Fuck once to get it out of our systems?”

“Exactly. As long as you promise you’re okay with just once. One and done.”

I nod. “Just once.”

Just once,I repeat in my mind in hopes it absorbs. Because that’s all this can be. Tonight, we fuck to get it out of our systems. Tomorrow, we go back to fighting over the cabin.

“And then we don’t touch each other again,” I say, but almost want to take back my words.

“Agreed.” She puts out her hand for me to shake it.

And I’m so far gone for this girl already, I do. I don’t think about the aftermath. Because I’m thinking with my cock right now. And right now, all it wants to do is sink into that pretty pussy I got permission to ogle a few hours ago.

I’ve hardly been able to think about anything else.

I may be blinded by being granted full access, but I already know it’s too late, there’s no coming back from this.

“One more thing,” she says.

I glance at her, my breath held in my lungs.

“We don’t discuss the fate of the cabin or make a decision until New Year’s Eve.”

I nod. “Agreed.”

“Okay. Well, now that we got that out of the way.” Rosie blinks up at me, heat flaring in her eyes, as her fingers work at undoing the buttons on my flannel. “Since we’re only doing this once, you better fucking make it count, Mr. Cocky.”

“Kit-Kat, I plan to fuck your cunt until it forgets any other cock has been inside of it before.”

“I think that nickname suits you best.”

“I don’t mind. Because every time you saycocky, my cock goes hard.”

“Cockkkkky,” she drags out in a whisper, and it sends a shiver tremoring south.

“You’re an evil woman, you know that?”

She flashes me a sinister smile while she shoves my flannel down my shoulders and I tug my arms free. When her hands go to the hem of my Henley, and they skim my stomach, I suck in a breath. She pushes my shirt up my torso, and I help by yanking it over my head. Her fingers trace the outline of my pecs and my abs.

“Hot damn! You’ve got a fucking fantastic chest.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Yeah? Cause I’ll bet yours is even more fantastic than mine.”

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